People from my home town are kind
They can dance and laugh instead of falling apart
they have love trust and light floating in their hearts
Their sense of sympathy is one of a kind
They don\'t fight other nations in the time of leisure
For these people Building everything all over again is a plessur
My country is a historical tressur
On of the firsts in human rights foundation
It has such a deep cultur which can amaze anyone
Its legends and myths can blow your mind
My country used to be an enormous green land
Which now the number of innocent people who get killed in it, is out of hand
Their issus get more and more daily and the solution doesn\'t seem to be found
Our people had always been people of peace
But now this land is getting red because of how much they bleed
People from my home town are strong
But how much should they suffer?
How long can they hang on