Never tired of stepping your foot to and fro
Looking for those who need warmth and caress
From freelance until dawn you take your vulnerable body
No matter what they say about you
Always you umbar the sweetest smile you have
Although at that time your heart was teary
The curse seems to be breakfast for you
Although it is in line with your conscience
I know your heart totally refuses all that
But what is your power to fight the flow of life
From day to day you should eat even a bite of rice
While decent work has been cleared away by those with deep pockets
Sometimes in solitude you ask yourself and God
Should my life always be this way?
Dwell in a sinful and wicked world
