2020.09.03.
Hit me, you son of a dog!
Hit me, you son of a dogEvery single body you shot
Will come to life and be blossomed
A thousand seed in every flower
And in every seed a thousand brave
Will born and live
Look, we are at very front
We are the people, we won't be die out
History will write us
And we're the ones who wrote history
Gun, rifle, fire, death they all don't matter to us
We bury our martyr's to our hearts
We don't want, don't promise us to heaven!
The world will be heaven in our hands, with our great effort
Not just a single one, not 5-10 people, not a thousand nor a million
We are 5.5 billion people
You can't make us go with to fire, we won't die out with killing
We are in every country!
If we don't work just one day
Wheel's will stop, water's will dry out
Land will be angry if we don't plant it
Age's will turn, life will stop
Gun, rifle, fire, death they all don't matter to us
We bury our martyr's to our hearts
We don't want, don't promise us to heaven!
The world will be heaven in our hands, with our great effort