Day after day
I mourn my freedom,
Which cry in hands of Master of Crowd.
Day after day
Mankind kill me.
Monsters, animals, your crowd without a proud!
I can't save myself
Without my freedom, without your pain.
But I need your help -
Mankind is mocking me and killing me again.
Mortally wounded,
I'm figthing for my freedom.
I am standing beyond the endless Wailing Wall
Mortally wounded,
I am insistent trying
To be conscious myself for consciousness you all.