Don't go selling your sorrow

Nor mongering your pain in return for pity

Let us laugh and remember no more.

Let us plant our anguish and it shall bear fruit of joy

Let us cry and allow old sorrow to flow through our tears

Let us look forward our chains will fall off, our past bound to our ankles shall fall off.

We will move forth into the land flowing with milk and honey

Alas we shall dance to the music of wind and rain

Innocent, that is what we are

Weak, that is what we are not

Fighters, that is how we are born