0:17
I went down to the streets, vowing not to return
0:21
And wrote with my blood on every street
0:25
Our voices reached those who could not hear them
0:30
And we broke through all barriers
0:34
Our weapon was our dreams
0:38
And tomorrow is looking as bright as it seems
0:42
For ages we've been waiting
0:46
Searching but unable to find our place
0:51
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
1:24
We held our head up high to the sky
1:28
And hunger didn't matter to us anymore
1:32
The most important thing is our rights
1:36
And write our history with our blood
1:40
If you were one of us
1:44
Don’t blather and tell us
1:49
To leave and abandon our dream
1:53
And stop saying the word ‘I’
1:57
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
2:13
Dark Egyptian Hands; against discrimination, rise Outstretched amid roars of might O Novel Youth, Into spring the autumn weaves
2:26
Awakening the murdered by a miracle achieved Kill me, the dead shall not retreat your country
2:36
With the ink of blood, I write the future of my country Is that my blood or spring?
2:42
Both are in green I smile from happiness not grief
2:48
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
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I went down to the streets, vowing not to return
0:21
And wrote with my blood on every street
0:25
Our voices reached those who could not hear them
0:30
And we broke through all barriers
0:34
Our weapon was our dreams
0:38
And tomorrow is looking as bright as it seems
0:42
For ages we've been waiting
0:46
Searching but unable to find our place
0:51
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
1:24
We held our head up high to the sky
1:28
And hunger didn't matter to us anymore
1:32
The most important thing is our rights
1:36
And write our history with our blood
1:40
If you were one of us
1:44
Don’t blather and tell us
1:49
To leave and abandon our dream
1:53
And stop saying the word ‘I’
1:57
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
2:13
Dark Egyptian Hands; against discrimination, rise Outstretched amid roars of might O Novel Youth, Into spring the autumn weaves
2:26
Awakening the murdered by a miracle achieved Kill me, the dead shall not retreat your country
2:36
With the ink of blood, I write the future of my country Is that my blood or spring?
2:42
Both are in green I smile from happiness not grief
2:48
In every street in my country The sound of freedom is calling
