Spending every day in a panic
The invisible enemy all around
There are tears in my ears
And the cry of the death procession.
The light of dawn falls on the house
Yet sleep does not come
This country is on fire,
Regularly obeying love and rates.
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Your people must go away
To save yourself and others
Who helps in this difficult time?
This is an irreversible disease.
Calls to God
People from all over the world
Let the curse of this country stop
Let the new sun come in the morning.
