When our city burnt
Our ashes did not blow away:
When our city burnt
Our existing relics of pain did not destroy:
Our ashes were burnt again
New relics and remnants of suffering
Were given birth to by the former ones.
Our ashes did not blow away:
When our city burnt
Our existing relics of pain did not destroy:
Our ashes were burnt again
New relics and remnants of suffering
Were given birth to by the former ones.
We neither left our city,
Nor left our homes,
Nor left our homes,
For our history is buried right there
Where our BODY is buried with our souls
In ashes and souvenirs that are buried
In the sand of our city.
When our city burnt,
Our ashes did not blow away;
It did not leave the borders of our place.
Our ashes did not blow away;
It did not leave the borders of our place.
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