I thought I gave everything I could And I thought my words finally stood Above our country’s actions And above all the violent reactions But as I see the blood in Burma My discontent turns to paranoia When a monk living in tranquility Loses his life to live in peace “Let everyone be free from harm, “Let everyone be free from anger “Let everyone be free from hardship” I’ve lived too long in a useless bubble Worrying about this country’s troubles Because you can’t open anyone’s eyes If they are content living blind The liberties we all take for granted Pour out the wounds of the enlightened Our hands are just as unclean Because back in 88 this should have been foreseen We’re still fish in a bowl despite the efforts Making us the logical targets Nineteen Years Late We are too late Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
