Children Of The Ghetto (Waldeck)

Children of the ghetto, Running wild and free In a concrete jungle Filled with misery. There's no inspiration To brighten up their day. Wild with desperation I would like to say: Children of the ghetto Keep your heads Keep your heads To the sky. Children of the ghetto, Always in the news. Talk less is their motto And bitter are their blues. Deep inside the ghetto There's a unity, Counsels of the sorrow And the misery. Children of the ghetto, Children of the ghetto, Keep your heads To the sky. To the sky. To the sky.