Amongst the trees they ran
Thirsty for freedom, the liberation
Better to die rather than
To live like an animal in ruination
Their chains rattle against the ground
While their heart tremble with the fear
That they might be found by the hounds,
So they run for their lives like a deer
Searching for that place they once dreamt;
There where their cry for freedom
Would finally come to the end of a theme
And there where their merry heart filled with rum
Will be forever unchained from slavery
They’ll never again remember where their home is –
It’s lost under a pile of tragedies
Where they used to gather to sing to dance
It’s lost within heartaches and abomination
All the remembrances forgotten with whips
And where everywhere is a forest that kills –
A heartfelt feeling of an ablation
It’s so far now, the cry for freedom
Still, a historical past to ponder on.
