I see in the country, the roar of bullets and blood
Become an explosive wave of anger
Breaking up is happy
Together restless and without guilt
And what are we doing here?
There, we hear again hundreds of Muslims die worthless
Like a rat or a pest that is worthless
Die in the hands of cruel and sadistic
Being a corpse in the hands of the oppressive ruler
And what are we doing here?
When we fall asleep waiting for time to break the fast
Our brothers there are crying, questioning the lives of their children
When we bertakbir welcomed the feast of Eid
They culminated in pain between the burning spirits, then broken with a shrill seek for help
And what are we doing here?
When we go to the doctor to ask for diarrhea medication for eating too much
They are fighting to keep their lives in order to remain attached to the body after their water is poisoned by the demonic Basar Asad
As we sleep deep in the moonlight
They are struggling, reclaiming the glory and freedom, and the izzah of the Muslims who have been trampled, in order to achieve victory to the end of blood
And what are we doing here?
