My people
The heroist.
And from this freedom
What the barrel red heated
My people have fallen to their knees.
He's like those chickens.
To whom they gave false grain
And they peck each other
♪ Depriving of dignity ♪
Blind from abroad light
My people
He's standing in front of an alien candlestick.
Which is simply a symbol
Victory and demolition of non-Jewish
That's us.
