My blood is dripping in the Yemeni sand
Remains get stuck
In veins of salt
I am the fear, never letting go
I am the night, wishing the sun
Here in the streets of Polling
I am the water, I am the air, I am a lung
I am the water
Here in the streets of Polling
No tears were left as I let a little body go
I am the runner on feet of pain, the fence don't end, I am the prey
Here at the gates of Polling
The shouts and the yelling, the fence is too high, I am the prey, I am the prey
Here at the gates of Polling
Nato wire slashes by belly
I am too slow, I am so many, I am human, But I am returned
The sun is setting in Polling
I am too slow, i am so many, I am human, and I am returned
The sun is setting in Polling