A candle lit with pure heart
It will not move in front of the wind ever.
Burning for brothers and sisters that will never
Be able to smile ever again...

With grieved soul full of hatred,
We go out in the street
We scream, we ask our country back,
Destroyed by corruption and oxen.

We will never leave our heads!
We always have the flag with us,
And for those left too early
We’re going to start a revolution!  

Next Chapter: Last wishes