Chained by contracts made of iron we move towards the sea Never to return to the Mother-land Heavy metal cutting into hands & feet Every step moving us further from our soil Our mother-tongue Chained by contracts made of foreign words with empty meanings Ever invisible thread to the Mother-land Branded by skin-deep cutting words Every strike moving us further from our home Our identity Chained by contracts made of the blood of our ancestors Broken oaths from the Father-land Their sons painting their faces coal black Every insult moving us further from our history Our birthplace