Cry and cry, till I die

Can you hear,  I want you by me

As we used to play

In the long golden grass, 

My beautiful one. Long gone

Four years, but still with me

 

Played till state authorities saw

And stole from us our life, 

Raped us for themselves 

Persecuted us, we ran, not mad

To escape their tether chains cells

Far away, beyond altitude. 

 

For we are not mad, accused thus, 

Past the blue sea yonder, 

Through Its whistling wash, 

Up away from those  cliffs

Moved all mountains,

Fast past the sun's rays. 

 

So they would not find us

But they must have done. 

We still crying for one-another

This time too, in the cliffs,

Can you hear my cry my call, 

Through the sun sand, ether. 

 

Can you hear me now, still

Ringing in the silent wind, 

Through sun, sea and sand

The waves lapping, mingling wet

On the edge of the precipice 

The cliffs of blue younder