And me three thousand
And half later
We were on the same boat
Grazing from meadows to meadows
Gazing the beauty
Of her rivers, hills and valleys
Upon being tired as a traveler
We pretended to be a guest
Till date you never return
To the land you belong
So is the case
With me and my clan
But where do you get the guts from
To claim this is your mother land and all are foreigners?
To call spade a spade
No shred of friendship I see in your mind
You remain an aggressor
Like your ancestors a fake patriot
The seed of grabbing and snatching mentality
Still alive in your blood