Chained by contracts made of iron
we move towards the sea
Never to return to the Mother-land
Heavy metal cutting into hands & feet
Every step moving us further from our soil
Our mother-tongue
Chained by contracts made of foreign words
with empty meanings
Ever invisible thread to the Mother-land
Branded by skin-deep cutting words
Every strike moving us further from our home
Our identity
Chained by contracts made of the blood
of our ancestors
Broken oaths from the Father-land
Their sons painting their faces coal black
Every insult moving us further from our history
Our birthplace
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