The country is sick
On the highlands to the towns and islands
The wind will whirring out loud
Angry strong wind blowing in our minds
The erosion of compassion
Praying many times but fail to see
We are the children of God
Men can be women; and women can be men
We should be living free
How we dress in our outlook and behaviour
But not by the religious officials
They think they are sinless
The country is sick
The corruption is high
The lord of a race
It shouldn't be there at all
The country is sick
The back door tricks
The bad vibrations in the air
Rocking Rona grins the whole day long
Women treated unequal
They have no rights to pass citizenship glow
When they marry foreign men
But the men will not find obstacles
The country is sick
From the highlands to the towns and islands
The wind will be whirring out loud
The rain taking our freedom away
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