(In one of these busy streets of a big city
I stopped in a traffic sign, and a boy with sad eyes,
And with tears in his eyes, looked at me and began to tell me:)

`` It will come in January and in January,
I am in signalman,
Repeating the same story
No one gives me a buck,
Viewers even despised,
Nobody wants to give me a hand.

My story gives chills,
I feel heat and cold
I have a mother's love
So is my life
Your young, you know
Think badly of me.

You get to thinking,
I like to steal
But does not realize
What day was that I ate
I want to talk to you,
And you you not hear me
Close the window of your car
And do not care about me.

I am not a criminal
What's on my mind
Is a home and be happy.

In Jesus' name, young man,
I beg you, a chance to live
In Jesus' name, young man,
I tell you, I need you. ``

This pit so deep,
What plunged the world this
Many people groaning and crying
For besides these children
Who live without hope
Many sufferers worldwide.

I see people on the streets,
Whose roof is the moon
No longer know what is light
Go this long-suffering people,
And many forgotten
Believe me, only Jesus.

Only in Jesus Christ
Is the meaning of living
Only Jesus Christ
It makes life that is suffering, rebirth.