I see the peace with my closed eyes
I feel the air that has been freed from slavery
But they say, it is a blasphemy
It is treachery
Is it?
Maybe, but I love to be blasphemous
I love to be a rebel of love
I do want to kiss the forbidden freedom
I do want to give it a forbidden hug
Is it possible?
Maybe, but let me know when will it come
Let my grave know, I want to listen
To the forbidden chants of freedom
I want to smell the air of freedom
Just give me the news of death of slavery