oh, dear my Columbia

The way life wander got  me some worries

When they saw the opportunity or the blink of a chance to revolt they stride the chance till the end of a shadow

But have they notice the reward is not as vast as the waves

Nor the tyranny of Stalin tried to spread the sphere of influence through the west

While the strokes of my heart beating slower and slower and slowly lost its pace

Might the death fear you to let you live that last breath saying in the name of God, I preach you

How am I supposed to breath, while the death find it hard to discern me with the wretch

Barren and full of horror, cursed on every step to each step to another step and another one

O, lord the exuberant time is upon us

Please just give me, one more chance