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When should we laugh
When should we be happy
In fact, the coming is sorrow
What we have is tears
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And we eat from satiety
It was pouring from the fresh blood of our children
From the husbands' body pieces
From the piercing eyes of the wives
That must be strong left behind
Forever
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How will we re-write this piece of life?
If it seems our pen is no longer ink
Dried by a burning fear and anxiety
We have to be strong for our children
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Is there still a place on earth to live in?
After we can no longer return to our homeland
What is now completely destroyed uninhabited
Destroyed red hands and barbarians who are now dancing
While singing,
Sing the procession of our misery
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From the last drop of rain then we have the power to go back walking
Along with the thousands of bodies that endure pain
Stepping into the better of the hometown
Although it should be in evacuation at the border