It was I who firstly saw this great big Land.
With the dirty thoughts, and bad plan.
It was I who firstly sensed the fresh breeze coming from that lands,
with smoke in my breath and dust in my hand.
It was I who firstly touched this vast cleansed land,
With my conquering lust, and my dirty hands.
It was I who possessed the whole world alone,
With my own crown, with my alone throne.
It was then when others came ,
with their fear they gave me an advice.
With this greed of yours, what we say – ‘you’ll die’,
Only then, When the world cries.