The drummer throws up the drum
and ready to beat the drum
singer comes out like forest beast
while dancer wait,set to dance
all exceedingly excited
the drummer makes the drum talk
to dance the listening ear's leg
drum's speak,hanging the happiness of all
like sleeping bat hanging on the tree
in the night
as it chanted the "end of war"
the dancer glued himself like wax doll
singer submitted herself like dunghill refuse
children, father mother are hearers
they gathered happily,sharing sorrow cheers
as they expected new singer
who will sing the song of past dietary?
the song that would lift our soul
wake our sleeping ancestors,wipes our tears
song that would lead us to cementary
to rise the death of our brothers and sisters
song that would take us to farm
of forefather,where crops bowed down and died
and brought the rain of poverty and hunger
where legacy had swallowed by evil smoker
ancestors graves had perished
for us to say,we seek their help
song that dreamed us to see the graves
of our neighbors,when raided
for our eyes saw,our ear heard the hawker
for world is wickedless,we are the wicked
where are mothers,where are fathers?
they had slept on the chest of war
come one,come all
let's sing the last song for feeble parent
who had flown away with stream of blood
our shelters had scattered
our textiles had tattered
come,come let's sing the song
our siblings had gone
father mother had received the call of death
come,come let's sing the song
our legacy had claimed by war
our hope had drowned in the sea of war
come,come let's sing the song
song of sorrow,song of mourning
song of shame,song of melody
let's sing and dance to song