Free me from life free from elsewhere
Free me from light free from somewhere
I decide not to decide, it is all too clear
I envy my freedom and I envy my fear.

All is well that comes all the way to tear
I am not free, freedom to me is all too clear
I fear my freedom, free me from my fear.

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Hold your head high, mother!
Burn your desires in flames of your agony
God will never rescue you, God will never forgive you
Why are you crying in vain?
Stormy petrel sings for you
The fairy girl has danced all the way
Will you ever dream for your soulful life?
Will you once walk along the aisle for your salvation?

Look at those stars dancing at your feet
The sky is smiling on your roar of silence
Lift your veil and pray to them from your heart
They will save you from your disguises
They will raise your soul's voice to the seventh sky
Why are you lowering your self in vain?

Someday the storms will fly in rage
All the devils will be driven back
The rains will drizzle like flower
And you will get back your hime and hearth
And your hunger will never prick your pains
Your face will glow softly in the burning sun
Darkness will never step into your world

Oh, Mother! Hold your head high, Mother!

Burn your desires in flames of your agony
God will never rescue you, God will never forgive you
Why are you crying in vain?
Stormy petrel sings for you
The fairy girl has danced all the way
Will you ever dream for your soulful life?
Will you once walk along the aisle for your salvation?

Look at those stars dancing at your feet
The sky is smiling on your roar of silence
Lift your veil and pray to them from your heart
They will save you from your disguises
They will raise your soul's voice to the seventh sky
Why are you lowering your self in vain?

Someday the storms will fly in rage
All the devils will be driven back
The rains will drizzle like flower
And you will get back your hime and hearth
And your hunger will never prick your pains
Your face will glow softly in the burning sun
Darkness will never step into your world

Oh, Mother! Hold your head high, Mother!

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The sun shines softly on the horizon
White feathers kissing you like your loving child
The moon will be out soon with breezy footsteps
Will there be rain to-night?
If you dance like a blue swan on the lake
If you sing songs of beautiful life
There will be joy and smiles all around
Will the firefly burn the darkness at noon?
When all have gone home for the day's salvation
When all have rushed to the dying child
And the mother has worshipped all gods
Will you ever be praying in vain?

Life is to deep, life is so beautiful
You never forget the tales told in inheritence
You never cry for more than the due
Life will drag you to the depthless heaven
Life will be lying on your piles of griefs
Even then you will never die in disguise
Why should you die all alone?

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Far into the darkness of the dead night
Shadows walk long in starry silence
Breeze flowing aimlessly into the seven seas
As if the death touching the feet of solemn sky.
Time has stopped for a moment's rest
Days will never follow days, night will not follow night
Birds of the season have lost their wings
When will the the ashes of the dead man's soul be burnt?

All along on the bank of salvation
There is the hermit's cottage falling apart in disguise
Rustling debris sound like mourning cymbal
The marks of footsteps melt in rushing carnival
Yet the call of the nature never goes berserk
All souls of the heaven rise in burning ashes
Trembling voices cry for more silence.

Long after the darkness evaporates into the night
Bubbles of hope and despair meet the detiny
Light falls like raindrops in ample patience
And the wingless birds return home in glory.

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Yesterday
Green was my valley
The whole sky was sleeping lazily under the blue moon
Long isles of silence roared in my deep breath
Life breezily passed me in nostalgia
I longed for nothing
No one left me alone in the dying moments
All went to fetch a cup of bubbles for me.

Yesterday
I dreamed a river drying up in melancholy
The swans on the lake have lost their white feathers
A rainbow on the last peninsula spreading colours of all hues

A hungry crow tying a noose around the hangman's long neck
You are walking with the clouds in full glory
And the hangman staring at your face
You called out to the distant angels in disguise:

'O, mother, where are you?
Yesterday you were with me in god's paradise
Where my bubbly face was glowing in your eyes
Why I am a motherless child now?
Yesterday, it was all yesterday
Now I am a motherless child.'

My dream vanished in yesterday's nostalgia
I see you in your mother's lap
The rainbow overcast the hangman's shadow
The distant peninsula bowed to your dancing feet
You and me are all in one
As if the god's paradise opened its door for our eternity

Yesterday, it was all yesterday.

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We are not alone! We are not alone!
We are all and we are everywhere
Hundreds of millions of us assembled to voice our prayers
We pray for one and all
We pray for every poor soul, we pray to everyone's conscience
The sun will glow on our bare heads
The devils will evporate with the surrounding darkness
There will be light oneday
Someday the hungry people will hold the globe and their hunger at their feet
Their thirst will be qunched to everyine's delight
Why will we beg alms to God's paradise?
We will build our own paradise under this sun
The moon will smile on our brethren's face.

Who says we are alone?
We are not alone!
Nowhere we are not alone
Deep is our conviction to conquer everything
It is our world, it is our home and hearth
We will not leave it to others, we will not let it diminish
We will enhance it someday
Someday the bird will fly in our vast sky
We will sing songs of liberty with bread and butter
We are hundreds of millions, we are not alone!
We are not alone
Never we are not alone!

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