Letra da Música Dry Land de Roma Banda

Looking to the sky
Waiting for a sign
The witch said the words
Only sadness grows in this land
No smell of rain
Only tears fall on dry land
There is hope in the north
Those who do not die flock South

On arrival, suffering, crying and hungry
Some steal to survive and they miss the earth
The poor are imprisoned and maltreated
But they are building big cities

Some are guided by emotions
Some know that ideas are the salvation
Some are blind to learn
Sometimes faith does not require understanding
Kings did not support the view
So it is easier to control
Pity those who dare
Explore the poor in Spirit

Agnus Dei