We remember that moment when the strike opens the breath We remember that moment when the first cry of mourning was changed into shouts Then only herat begins to beat the blood goes into veins at first moment Our mind is gradually developing
Our mind is gradually developing
Gives the commands we are moving forward But at that moment our world hasn't known yet What we
We are born from the pain
The brain will give the impulse to the muscies Well feel the breathing and the air hugs our lungs
Enjoying free life Beautiful eyes will see
The soul sings with cry of mourning And the strengths of pain help us To stand up and raise your head.