Every night always has a morning

Our cry never scared away the sleep
out of the eyes of humanity,
who says nothing in face of our nightmare.
Nowhere a Buddha to grieve our fate,
minaret and bells fall into a deep silence
when we die.

When the government sold all our possessions
to scoundrels and arch-enemies of women,
nothing was left
of that forty metre tall Statue of Liberty
except useless iron.

It is easy to abandon the village to the thieves,
the village leader personally shows them the way
when he unrolls a carpet red from
the blood innocent people
under their feet.

We are unafraid of the blades of those
who always have a sword in their hand,
even a forest is constantly endangered by saws.
We have stayed green for years, although rooted in blood,
in the heart of the East, every day tells of death.

Every night always has a morning,
the sky never stays so black,
you bloodthirsty brothers, do not allow yourselves any mistakes,
Joseph does not forever stay trapped in the well.

You yourselves are the essence of fear,
verse after verse from the book of terror.
It plays no matter how you are interpreted,
no, the dead from the catastrophes will not diminish,
even if the storytellers wash you clean …