The Psalm Of The Disinherited Lyrics - Mago De Oz

Our father, of us all 

Of the poor, of the with no roof 

Of the outcasts, of the unprotected 

Of the disinherited 

And the owners of misery 

Of what that follow you 

And of what in you don't believe 

Beneath of the skies 

So here's the hell 

Beneath of your throne 

So there are wars, hungry, injustices 

Doesn't necessary that you'll be one and triune 

With one that want to help us 

Suffice us 

Which is your kingdom? 

The Vatican? 

The Bank? 

The High politic? 

Our kingdom is Nigeria, Ethiopia, Colombia, Hiroshima 

Our bread of each day is the violations 

The violence of genre, the pederasty 

The dictatorship, the climatic change 

In the temptation I beneath to diary 

There's no morning in what I'm tempted of create 

A God that be humble, just 

A God that be in earth, in the valleys 

The rivers, 

A god that live the rain 

That travel around the air 

And care our soul 

A God of sad, of the gays 

A God more human... 

A god that don't punish, that teach 

A god that don't threatens, that protect 

If I beneath lift me 

That if I lose tends me his hand 

A God if I mistake don't guilt me 

And if I doubt he understand me 

So for that he endows me of Intelligence 

For doubt of all 

Our father: 

Why you forget us? 

Our father: 

Why you left us?