there is a woman in somalia
scraping for pearls on the roadside
there´s a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive
this is how she´s dying
she´s dying to survive
don´t know what she´s made of
i would like to be that brave

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives a life she didn´t choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes

there is a woman in somalia
the sun gives her no mercy
the same sky we lay under
burns her to the bone
long as afternoon shadows
it´s gonna take her to get home
each grain carefully wrapped up
pearls for her little girl

hallelujah
hallelujah

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives in a world she didn´t choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes
hurts like brand-new shoes