Kept away from daylight
These walls may hold my body captive,
Deprived from all the songs I loved
But my soul is attending every sunset
But nothing I regret This is the hardest there was to walk,
Our death would only be the thing they're praing for,
Time won't force us to surrender,
Their crippled freedom is not the one we're longing for,
As all else failed we raised our fists and weapons,
Not born as soldiers, but driven to the end
And our scars shall be the seals of freedom Never casting dwon my eyes before the tyrant's throne
These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence I know that time heals nothing
Our blood will be like water for the tree of freedom
I know that our screams will sound out to the world, These wounds will be like memories, enhancing my existence
These wounds will be like memories, cannot banish this idea
This idea will overcome all walls and fences
A young man's deeds became an old man's wisdom.
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