Air Of Fire

Air of fire in the roads, the people he shoots on.
I fall warm in the heart for those people who are the enemies.


And' a war that won't stop him, doesn't serve strinersi the hand.
Under attack the roads it is a continuous struggle.



Without truce these clashes, tiredness doesn't make him feel.



Still raised again sister and struggle not to fold up your knees.

Sister Africa I reach out for you to never release her/it.



I pass you of me