Forty thousand years have come and gone
Still we’re here to look at the sky and smile

Fifty thousand grains of sand on this beach
On the shore of admiration and belonging

Thirty thousand dreams of wind and storm
Have come to stay and cloud our minds

Sixty thousand waves in the endless ocean
Brushing over the smallest feeling of hope

Twenty thousand prickles on my whole skin
Leavened by all that’s been left behind

Seventy thousand years will still come for us
To make sure we understand all their ways

Ten thousand voices will be heard for them
When the day comes to make amends

Eighty thousand ears will listen to our voices
When we start to sing our song of freedom

Only one thing I can say for certain when
I stand in front of you with tears in my eyes
To tell you all these incomprehensible things
And beg for you to understand them still