Fifty thousand people On the road, hungry They've left ages ago their countryside Always on the run, fear is on the loose Their enemies behind them There was no way to choose Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands And their hopes left behind, oh so sad Once they were so proud Now, that's all dead Their enemies behind them, Hate, fear and blood Once in silver and gold Now there's only mud Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands Looking for a new home Where to start The dreams they once had, Are still in their hearts There's no much more strength to fight But still, oh still, still they go ahead Coming from the mountains, through the desert's sand Hundreds of children died, hundreds of foreign lands Where can it lead this endless road? Where can it lead this hopeless road? When will they rise out from the mud? Where can it lead, where can it lead?