Where is your country?
Where's your mother?
Your crying is capable of stopping the breeze
pick up on your eyelid the walker's gaze
like lightning shakes everything up
Somebody or something to stop your crying
Where is your father?
we're not able to pick up a grain of dust
or sow a seed
inside there is desert in the heart
we do not want to divide our bread
heaven flees from us
We don't deserve it
Where is your country?
who looks at you crying and does nothing
Even the gates of heaven are closed to you.