I will sing freedom
Even if all the walls are covered in black
and crows shout the news of death
I will sing freedom
Even if the small diary of my dreams is drowned in blood
and my youth a story for the women next door
I will sing freedom
Instead of the sharp breaths of the street
Instead of last date …
and our sound that we cannot shout
From you who are exhausted
From my bloody hands
From Injured birds
I will sing freedom
For the bloody skirt of Afghanistan
For the peace that is on the way
To laugh again
to grow
to live
and the wish of last wounded pen…!
exploding the bombs
yeah!
nothing can stop me
I still have hope
