Deep inside the bloody war, I just feel the shots of guns

and I dream of being a bird to fly far away from my home

four roses in my heart their thorns defend my feeble hope

four roses in my heart, like oceans growing in the sand

I don't believe in gods nor in future lives, I've learn to be strong

I wake up, hearing a painful song, and one voice

in every drop of rain that longs for a white dove.

Long time ago I understood my own existence

Nobody will save me, so I just own my inner endurance