(Dedicated to refugees crossover the world,
living and dying on the way)

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It was hard to see you cry,

And feel your tears blend with the rain.

Our fate was to never see our land,

And together sing a song about our life.

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I ask you from the other side of the grave,

Don’t forget our longing and our dreams.

Against a wind of lost hearts -

I am sorry that you have to fight alone.

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And fly,

Fly,

Even as an iron butterfly,

Don’t hold on to the ashes of our days,

Now and then, just light a candle on my grave,

And fly,

Fly,

Even as an iron butterfly.

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Enes Catibusic