Kalba, į kurią verčiama: Anglų
He whose mind, in the night, is drifting in the stars
hoping that there is someone thinking about him
and who is fleeing a war whose fear overruns it.
When she asks about what happened,
Her mother tells her that there is nothing.
Death is everywhere, when I scream no sound is heard.
Death is everywhere, how can I sing while I have no voice?
I want to sing for people
who have no one
And who were everything.
But how do I sing? How?
And I want to sing for a country
whose people are in another country
And forgot the taste of feast.
But how do I sing? How?
Who is that who makes war in the name of human rights?