Our Sea!

Where we didn’t clean our sweat

We didn’t blame ourselves for it

Foreigners swim in it

They swim against each other

Time is over for us, by the way

It was meant to be delivered to us.

To my people, the people of my country!

That we did not shed his blood and sweat

It’s even called the Red-Sea by his blood

From ages ago, he was covered with his blood

Even in the 90’s, enough is above all.

Telling what to witness!

He’s in the frenzy, he’s accountable for the frenzy

Twalet testifies, he’s a prisoner himself

Baylul’s also responsible, all the records

Let Erie’s story unfold, she’ll describe the picture

Picture of land and sea, paid tribute.