TEARS OF THE HILLS

The tears of the hills echoed loudly.

The cries of a mother, a father, a lover.

The cries of children longing for the shadow of their parents.

Paying the price of land for death.

Paying the price of freedom for separation.

Innocent souls we lose day after day, We never know who will be the next to pay.

Today may be the last time you see a soldier fighting for our land with tears and blood in his hand;

A conversation left halfway with his loved ones.

Still, the prayers of the hills echoed loudly.

For we are the children of our living God

We know the price of the innocent souls will bring us to our land destined for us.

Today we cried with pain and agony that we lost souls for land. But a day will come when we will cry with pride and tears of joy:

when we will be free and acquire our land.

A day will come when we will proclaim the land we fight for with blood and tears.

That day our innocent souls will rest with pride, that day we will equalise.