They call us barbaric
Without manners
Traditions, nor religion
Meanwhile, all we want is to be proud
They say we have no democracy
We always fight and kill
Meanwhile all we want is peace
Most of us are lost and do not know where we are coming from and where we are going. Truly, all we want is to belong. We have been lied to, deprived of our pride and freedom. We are not welcomed in other countries, but neither in our own.
All I want is to be proud. Our country is poor, the richness is only for a few privileged, but still I want to be proud. Our leaders are not to be trusted, they use the system for their own benefit, but still, I wish I could be proud. I cry, because I can never go back, I cry because I can never stop crying.
I cry, because sometimes people accuse me of hating my country, of traditions, which can never be revived again. I cry, because, actually it is them hating it and blaming it on me. I am tired of this jealousy, between the people on the outside and the people on the inside. The difference is that you feel trapped, not being able to leave. Me, I am a caged bird that can never go back.
The media gives a wrong picture of us and nobody goes to find out the truth. My heritage makes people assume certain things and brings misconceptions. Will we ever know the truth?
I pray, that one day, I can see the change, I pray because one day I will be proud. I pray for my children to be proud. I pray that they will not cry the way I cried and that my people will also be proud one day. The day which we will liberate ourselves and find peace is the day, when we can start being proud.
I pray...
to be able to be proud...
Without manners
Traditions, nor religion
Meanwhile, all we want is to be proud
They say we have no democracy
We always fight and kill
Meanwhile all we want is peace
Most of us are lost and do not know where we are coming from and where we are going. Truly, all we want is to belong. We have been lied to, deprived of our pride and freedom. We are not welcomed in other countries, but neither in our own.
All I want is to be proud. Our country is poor, the richness is only for a few privileged, but still I want to be proud. Our leaders are not to be trusted, they use the system for their own benefit, but still, I wish I could be proud. I cry, because I can never go back, I cry because I can never stop crying.
I cry, because sometimes people accuse me of hating my country, of traditions, which can never be revived again. I cry, because, actually it is them hating it and blaming it on me. I am tired of this jealousy, between the people on the outside and the people on the inside. The difference is that you feel trapped, not being able to leave. Me, I am a caged bird that can never go back.
The media gives a wrong picture of us and nobody goes to find out the truth. My heritage makes people assume certain things and brings misconceptions. Will we ever know the truth?
I pray, that one day, I can see the change, I pray because one day I will be proud. I pray for my children to be proud. I pray that they will not cry the way I cried and that my people will also be proud one day. The day which we will liberate ourselves and find peace is the day, when we can start being proud.
I pray...
to be able to be proud...
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