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I don’t like my Master, but I say Mr. President

I say and my eyes are overflowing with tears

And the country is full of grief

Look at the people who are looking for peace

Scared to drown by the sword of fear



I don’t like my Master, but I say Mr. President

Between your fingers we deposited our signatures

Our beliefs we dump in your opinion

What ransom should we pay?

Just to fulfill a wicked dream



I don’t like my Master, but I say Mr. President

Why the martyr is killed twice?

For what reason he should sacrifice?

The freedom that we celebrate

Or the misery that could’ve been far apart



I don’t like my Master, but I say Mr. President

It worries us what you are doing

Mainly surrounding our decisions

We know no dream it will fulfill

Except misery and depression

that flows in our veins like a river

So please! Mr. President, please

Stop gambling in our future

For we know it’s a rumor

And we wouldn’t get any profit





I don’t like my Master, but I say Mr. President

We come to you with our dignity

To demolish the stupidity

And let all this craziness withdraw away

And beat who ever is going to be

And let our hearts only the freedom prison

We promise that we will stay

Because our bodies and our land

Our land and the truth

The truth and the issue

The issue and us are the majority



We live in the United States

Where we have many concerns

How ludicrous I feel

When I care only about my society

And give no care to nationwide harmony

Look! At the international crisis

The problem in Iraq is an example

Before we get traumatized by another September

Without forgetting that the day was 11.