There was a free cry in there
Old bridge
The screams that end in sorrow
You are destroyed
You're brave on your face
Dare to act for the sake of religion
You were shot at a young age
When the country is still not independent
Then now, no one
That remembers, remember your service
Blood flowing on the bridge of war
You are left by some people
The clever to maximize his tongue
They're greedy, they're bastards
This country will continue like this
Small people, better stay silent
Because our voices will not change anything, all is useless.
We will forever, become prisoners in our own homeland.
Miserable miserable.
Cursed with pain.
