Who will listen to our voice of cries?
The sorrow that sank in our hearts,
As we cross our hearts and plea,
Free the world we say.
We buried our faces in our hearts,
Weep in anguish for independence,
Who will listen to our tormented hearts?
Who will listen to our voice of cries?
For we've cross our hearts again
Free the world we plea.
I'm going to take myself on a depression, until I'll be able to free my feelings. And someone can hear me.