We might have left the jungles
but we have not forgotten them
We might have clipped our nails
but we have not forgtten the claws.
...
When the spirit flows
throught the viens
The feet float
over the ground
...
I wanted to fly
I thought that I would reach the sky
But They made me cry
they made me feel that the sky is too high
...
Thy hatred
For my existence
Is not my creation
It's thy imagination
...