Ynskt mál: Enskt
Like a 20 impossible we are, in Lidd, Ramla, and here in Jalil... above your chest, we are staying like a wall, in your throats, like a piece of glass, like a cactus, and in your eyes, a hurricane of fire... here.. above your chest, we are staying like a wall, we starve... we strip... we challenge... we sing poetry and fill the streets