Vodu - S.O.S. (Slaves of System)

Our mistake was to believe
that better days would come
our guilt was to accept
those who conduct us
We pay the high price of treason
and the help is refused
Where are the laws of reason
that now are acclaimed

Chorus :
S.O.S. Slaves of System
S.O.S. Sons of Repression
Pieces of power game
Firmed against the Nation

We need to deliver from the opressor
and reach somewhere
to open the ways by ourselves
Beaten tracked with our sweat
to get out from dirty prisons
that fasten us day by day
and rebel us against the rules
that are always overaweing us

Repeat Chorus

Promises of Peace , promises of life
were broken without pity
promises of Peace , Promises of life
promises that brought the apathy