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