We represent our death… fake our years… to be lost by the silence of the end

  We wash our days by tar

  And pave our streets by tears, blood, and sweat

  We destroy our homes by our hands

  We kill ourselves by our knives… assassinate our feelings in our graveyard… and swim in our blood

  We elegies our homeland by silence… and by the ink that is bleeding from our fingers

  We deplorable our life by pride

  And we die… we die… we die…

  And we still represent our death

  We run away from our dreams… before they shoot us

  We kneel on our knees… praying for our misery

  And we die… we die… we die…

  And we still represent our death

  Our mind controls us… our mind dies so nonbeing lead us to the ways that have no existence or countenance

  We squeeze our souls… drop by drop… may be one can bring us to life

  We cry in sadness… we cry in happiness

  And we die… we die… we die

  And we still resist our death