By the hands of the killer, by touching your hand
The grenade rain like cradle is in my hairy chest
Laughing laughs, the last drops of murder kill
The air in the air, the underlying breath of ash under the breath of breath
The stone is the mind sky; Red beans are epic!
Past nine months ---
Trouble was happiness
The dreams were alive
It was clear like daylight
In the mouth of the gun, there was stubborn courage -----!
Now the mercury of hope is going on
Hanging in the park hanging in Babylon
Butcher cottage burns my cottage!
I can not laugh, neither can I cry nor cry
Why do you have to cry, Mother?
Why will it be uninhabited to suffer again?
Why should it be burnt again in Sindhu water?
When will you hear the mother laughing smile in your mouth
You do not cry, Mom, I'll come -----
I'll come back again to your red green intense sensation ..