Nobody can know what the wind is whispering.'
Nobody can know what the thunder from the clear sky is bringing.
The storm is coming, above the ghetto the star is falling.
My wish, my fear tonight is my country.

As soon as you open your eyes, you are up for the fight.
Trying to go over impediment for freedom, but freedom is fright.
Even if you are loyal and you fight on the side of good,
as soon as you are on the street you feel the bitterness of life.

People suffer while he rich are getting richer.
I can't be quiet, I will not allow to be defeated.
The burden is falling of my heart,
like the tear falls on the paper.

Do you feel the sorrow while reading this phrase?
Through the motif that I use do you feel my pain?
After all the impediment, and thorny roads,
My wounds are healed, it won't happen again.

Because I saw the light and I'm moving towards it.
I start the avalanche of emotions in pursuit of happiness.
Alone driven by instincts in this cruel world,
where stronger eats weaker as soon as he makes a mistake.

Nobody can know what the wind is whispering.
Nobody can know what the thunder from the clear sky is bringing.
The storm is coming, above the ghetto the star is falling,
my wish my fear tonight is my country.