DIE FOR YOUR MOTHER, DON’T DIE FOR A MASTER To let merry Justice ensure their rights, And to let Laws, rule their lives, Heroes die for a cause, For their own peace, They die for happiness. They don’t die for land; they die for a wife, They die for children; they die for a life, They die for a mother, to save the father, They bleed for bread, for a little laughter, To live in freedom, without a master. They don’t die for sand, They don’t die for land, For it is foolishness, for a field or town, To bleed until death, and not to own. The mighty ocean, the fertile land, Nature gave to you, nobody made it, So don’t you suffer, to have it don’t bleed, It is God’s earth, and you have the deed! But to plough the field and the seas to ride, To make the most of this short life, Cry in unison, unity is might, To crush injustice, die for your right! Don’t die for a border; Die for your mother. Don’t die for blue waters; Die for your sisters. Don’t die for a mountain; Die for your children. Don’t die for the plain; Die for your brethren. Don’t die for the sea or sand; Die for the motherland, Where your fathers, with civilized rules, Cultivated justice For so many years, So many generations! Who dies for land, Rocks and sand, And not for happiness, For that holy cause, A hero he is not, for heroes only die, The bondage to break, the shackle to untie, To tread the land, to soar up to the sky, Free as their wish, with holy strife, To death from birth, to enjoy their life. For deep sea waters, or for mountains high, For the hard ground, or even for the sky, For fields or cities, oh, please, don’t die: But, like heroines, Die for your rights; That even in the jungle, The soulless animal, Living free as born, Enjoys to the full. Don’t die for your field, Die for your bread. Don’t die for a boundary: But in a hut or cave, or under a tree, As you were born thus, just to live free, Die for tranquility, That even in the jungle, The soulless animal, Without a conscience, To the full enjoys. To die for a house, and not for a home, To die for a village, a city or town, To bleed for land, and not to become Your own master, but a slave to someone, Heroic it is not, it is not martyrdom, But a shameful death, an unworthy mission! To let merry Justice ensure their rights, Be it in palaces, huts or caves, To let their Laws, rule their lives, Heroes die for a cause, They die for happiness. So, for plains low, or for mountains high, For all the oceans, for a chunk of the sky, For the whole world, oh, please, don’t die! But for your rights, wake up and cry, For your freedom and for justice die! Negusse April 08, 2003
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