Do we still wait?
wait for the strange rhythm to sound again.
In this lost nation,
we lost our identity.
The identity we entrusted in the hands of our advocates.
We cannot name their names, or number their dates anymore.
As our day casts shadows of the night,
as the light of the night repel like a man who sees a phantom.
We can never shelve the events of the past.
The sun sets on our gloom,
half the yellow of the sun is all we need to rise again
