let a new wind whirring its songs

The labor of the souls

On the ground; in the minds

The good life;the freedom

Every one wishes

The reality of labor

The whips and lashes rule

The marks in the minds

The fear of losses and ruins

The division of labor

On the racial tones display

On the destination of a race

Bullying others through political games

The bright and smart ones run

They don't want to get dirty and triumph

They paint the other side a better home

Forgetting the root once they belonged

The patriots of the Nation

They stay and fight for the political division

Rallying the people to break its grip of power

The people can decide its fate

The decades of deceptions

The decades of corrupted regime

It's time the people wake up

Let a new wind whirring its songs