When I feel sleepless of coming day's actions on dirty fur pillow fills with bygone era; our graves that hide us from the searching shine light is like drawn curtains when the play is faded away.

The sun rises and set day after day as a glow falls beneath the hill line over the land throughout all the nights may never come.

We take deeply glance of hope and despair in some dreamed-up won't be forgotten; the weight of carrying faith of returning to our strength to be united as Sudanese; every martyr who left this fatherland in our marching to the change and fetching confidence.

Much blood is missing on foot of this land in every echo and vein; our precise hurtful moments at the rolling of the gunshot rough in the blue of demanding change and democracy huge sorriness has increasingly become fleeting strip-mined of loved ones.

Elevating our mind potential will be soaring through the endless sky; until every bird is free and equal, and that to take a part in struggle for allegations.