Black roses blooming at the last border

With great desire, on the way to my land,

I once again saw the body of my lover on the barbed wire, hanging!

The sky moved darker with the sighs of the clouds, pretending to be raining all ways;

This darkness is very familiar to me, just like that afternoon of seventy-one.

I fled through the paddy field and hid in the mango orchards. There was a dark, smoky smell of half-burnt flesh all around.

Then, for a long time I haven't seen light, like the blinds. 

I planted a black rose sapling on your borderline-next to my lover's half-naked dead body.

I tried to find my country, but where? In depth there was a sign-board "No man's Land"

Deep inside I knew my citizenship had not been revoked in the passport of this planet !

Nowadays, the festivals around democracy! I live with the fear of losing again, losing everything.

Still, with every sunrise, I would walk though your barbed fence wire, to find a country for my lover,

As long as my breath goes on!