Maybe we are dinosaurs
The species that is about to be extinct
And maybe we live in our dreams
Where there is no room for defeat
But there are no words
That can express the pain
When looking at the destruction of the legacy of our ancestors and our holy men
Destruction of our success
When looking at the occupation of the soil soaked with the blood of our ancestors
Soaked with our blood
But that is something that is not allowed
That is something that is not going to be tolerated
And only because of our children
Surrendering is not an option
There are no words
Only blood will tell the tales
