Farabagir
Just tell me that i’m safe
I don’t want to be like a slave
My face looks through this glass
Like a deadly, deadly mask.
The poison in my air
And the rain with drops of fear
I can’t look at my men
Dying on the sand of pain
They are dying… – on my hands
Sands are crying… – for my land
Dunes hide all our graves
The hourglasses look like the urns
I swear for memory of
My forefathers that i’ll save my home…
I can’t live for hate
But for salvation now it’s too late
I have no real choice
Hearing sorrow of the desert voice
They are dying… – on my hands
Sands are crying… – for my land
Walking through these sands
Feeling a radiant heat of bombs
Wondering who i am …
Just a little seed on the no-man’s land
Adder – that’s my name
Warrior – that’s my fame
Desert – that’s my home
Revenge – that’s my roam !