You really piss me off,
I'm afraid I'm too soft to leave the pillow,
But even if it's dead, I still have to shout!
How do you know my heart is boiling,
Do you know how my thoughts growl?
Listen, there is a voice outside, calling for liberation.
It's hard for me to lock up my enthusiasm.
Listen, this-whoa-whoa-
Bullets fly in the air,
Mom, this is the common language of you, me and the poor.
Anger accumulated over thousands of years is pouring out.
There's a sound outside, a sound,
Life is welcoming life,
Liberation, freedom and permanent equality,
This is slaves fighting for the light.
Come on, hard brothers,
Not afraid of bleeding, blood will dye the red flag,
The creator of the world is only us,
We're going to kill the devil today, today!
Mom, let me breathe, let me breathe,
My life is at stake,
But my rotten lungs,
Breathe freely!
Don't choke me, I want to be free,
We poor people should look up today,
I am glad to witness this great feat.
Dead! I'm not a prisoner!