Many times to me, my heart spoke
And every time it had a new topic to invoke
Sometimes it was fire and sometimes frost
But this percept was new, in which I was lost.

My heart spoke to me
Motherland is wounded
Brothers are bleeding
Citizens turned on and
The rulers of terror are leading
The mass needs to march then,
Why are we yet sleeping?

My heart spoke to me
Innocence is being silenced ...