when you turned our roads into rivers
and our bridges into towns
we can still escape being fishes
you will be fishing despair
with the bait of emptiness
death shall hold you be the cuffs
when you're dying just to torment
the living
hope of others shall erase you
despair will drum and sings
and your secrets shall dance
to the heart's of the public
instead of waking their restlessness
their restive minds
shall yawn and fall asleep
death shall hold you be the cuffs
instead of dying 'the youngest old men'
you are here artistically scratching
the eyebrows of our future
for any sign of bad omen
death shall hold you be the cuffs
you feel you can steal our hopes
the only thing ours
and no one will see you
death shall hold you be the cuffs
you feel you can shape our life
into statue of interruption
to flag it as your achievements abroad
death shall hold you be the cuffs
you feel you can turn our tomorrow
into a bush meat
and chase hopelessly after it
death shall hold you be the cuffs
oh, your hopes and aspirations
are axe cutting the trees of loss
achieving nothing but losses
death shall hold you be the cuffs
you think you are powerful
like wind that never retreats on its direction
like water that never returns to its source
hmm, where are past leaders
that ruled the whole world
including the unseen
death shall hold you be the cuffs
death shall hold you by the cuffs
where you can fit
here!
right here
because everywhere shall burn
when going out of our life
you shall never take away our sun with you
death shall hold you be the cuffs