Like the trees
That sleep whole fall and winter,
from the grief of their lost leaves
To find them in dreams
And when they wake up in spring
They find the leaves' resurgence ;
In your grief, I also have been sleeping on your empty nest for two seasons
Oh ! My white nightingale,
Will you sing to me in the spring?

The god of radiance; the sun
all day long with its rays-Yellow bees-
hug the sea tightly, and the sea burns with the fever of this love

and at night, the Goddess of kindness, the moon sprinkles its silver rays- white butterflies -
on the body of the sea as a consolation for a sad heart, so that it cools down and can tolerate the absence of the sun.

Again the gods of hellfire
have come out of their sepulcher,
with a long finger for revenge order
And,
With lots of
Blind, Deaf and Dumb; heavenly fighters

It's a deity ordinance
A revelatory command that had been given Just to us; so far
We are the true soldiers of freedom

Hail violence!
Hail pogrom!
Hail god of war!

The worst is yet to come...

We are marsh lilies
Arised through the darkness
Freedom's gold keys
Searching for the kindness

We are lightning of wrath
The typhoon of old East
A high mass of rock, fist
Against tyrant's path

We are standing here,
Nobody stands with us
We should rely on ourselves
On this battle, thus

The whole world, maybe is blind
To our fatal pain
And this happened lots of times
Again and again

With one human in sorrow
There is no tomorrow
And with one man in the jail,
no one could scale

No peace will flow through the Earth
no one will be free
And nobody could be saved
In this boiling bree

What a pain
Stand up for the support of someone in front of the whole world and then
Your whole being
Be crucified on this cross
What a pain
Be grounded at all times
And become dust at the command of the heavens
What a pain it is to inherit all this pain from the beginning of history without any sympathy
And this is the trust that the heavens and the earth could not carry and inevitably "the lot fell to the craze of my name"