She's purple from head to toe
Staring at my feet
A melody in the eye
With every step our feet are free,
How could they explain slavery so well?
Freedom of rise!
Give a message re the unborn sun.
Is it still there
Carnatia, waiting in mourning...
Dark stones united with blood
Thousands are waiting for their share
Blooming on the body
Can't take my eyes...
Freedom of rise!
Give a message re the unborn sun.
Is he still alive
Mourner, waiting in vain...