We come, from nothing, to we have a purpose
We arrive until here, to win the our place

Passed though, the streets of nails
With the willpower to speak out
What us feel

Don’t let us, the others hurt us
Create us, our way of expressing
Have us hungry to show you meaning
The life had show us

[refrão]
We stop feel proud
Just want us to win
I shout for you
We’re
Fato loco