Under the gray shawod of another mountain,
drinking without permission of another river,
feeding the rage monster,
your enemy.

Who comes to your country to desecrate,
who steps in the city without your permission,
who will throw your things to the street,
your enemy.

If these fools knew
that I'm the richest man like this,
living of your hugs...
They forgot that a man is only  a man,
that your hands are my flag
and that I've got a song as border.

Don't ask me what for I've come
Wonder how did you get here, instead.
It could be you are a son of a son of a slave.

Come and talk face to face to your enemy.
Guilty of love, work and land.
Guilty of living in the path.
For your war.

If these fools knew,
that I'm the richest man like this,
living of your arms.
They forgot that a man is only a man,
that your hands are my flag,
that I've got a song as border.