Sirens, no sleep.
Strained mind, no sleep.
Soldiers marching on your belongings,
Searching for your means of life.
One bird flies away.
Soldiers.
Accusing of 'contra revolution'.
Affronting intelligence,
ripping what you know apart.
Assassinating souls of anyone
not breathing their brainless air.
Atending public tantalizations,
killing freedom or hope.
Two birds fly away.
"Bourgeois are the signs of threat,
Ban their existence!"
Better flee from their mad ideologies,
Believing your beloved ones are still alive.
Three birds fly away.
Hunger torturing everyone who's still alive.
Haggard bodies, suffering, in sorrow.
Harbingering the revival of the red army
Harmony won't anchor down anymore.
Four birds fly away.
Eyes poked out with sticks,
Arms and legs broken.
Veins undercut, people hanging off ropes.
Disfigured, misshapen humans.
You lost a purpose to live,
No one you love still exists.
No birds are left in the disastrous land of terror.
Begging for salvation, you close your eyes.
Bullets are fired, you're safe now...
