When we sang, danced
and sowed wheat
when we took life from the earth
and gave it back to her.
With our sweat and blood.
You tried to snatch it
from her, and from us.
You too sowed a seed that day.
You saw the gold that it birthed
we just saw our bloodstains.
When you had the young girl
singing in your palace,
we could barely whisper our songs.
When you fed the overfed,
we could just feel
the trembling feet of our children
carrying your load
still trying to match
the dance steps of the spring.
The crops are ripe, you thug!
You weigh the gold,
we have collected blood
from our open veins,
And we offer it
to the rising tide of the sea.
When the waves smash
against the rocky coast,
and splinter into million drops
we fill our palms with
and come back to our fields.
We have sown a sea in the earth,
Do you stand a chance!
We have not lost our songs,
We still remember our dance.
Don't you see it?
