Here we have made our home.
Children of my nation's introduction to the world
All gone for a charge.
Here, in the midst of some numerous dark children
Sibling and I were birthed,
For we were given to taste what
Torment immerses in my mother country.
Ideal here, still in this cell
I waved a bye to mom, and now,
O' now, life's thin for my sibling.
With assaulting impressions
On the palms of our dirt
They came thwarting our territory
Leaving our howls to venture to every part of the air,
At that point, they consumed my mother country
O' yes! They consumed my mother country
O! I am absorbed the well of agonies.
Will I ever play football any longer?
For right in this cell, all is no more
Spare kicking the bucket sibling and I.