Hunger-stricken, with rags covering my body
I have served here like a madman.
Beaten up and insulted.
Graveyard silence as of passing through hell,
No space for rest
No space for sleep
No space for my hurt head to reflect my life.
What mistake did I do
that brought such repercussion?
Oh hawk that flies so high in the sky-
You know what burns in my heart,
Is mom still standing there, waiting for me
When she gaze over here?
Oh my mom, I\'m returning home
I\'ll return, may it be death.
Even if I return, a corpse
Cut to thousand pieces,
I\'ll return home.
When I get through this wall to that side
Where there is sunshine;
I\'ll return mom...
Even if it may be death.