There are so many things that I would like to say
And after all those years there is no time for delay
Words don't come easy, but our thoughts are the same,
Like those of good old friends when they gather once again
And the crucial point that we need to make,
Yes, you'll realise it is this to make:
That sometimes we rise, and sometimes we fall,
But the blood in our veins unites us all
Like a lonely pine tree torn by the storm,
Like a child without a mother, like a fish upon the shore,
Like a wretched beggar standing in the rain
No longer hoping to find shelter, home, and peace again
Like a gentle flower torn out of the soil,
Like a river without water, like a seed upon the floor,
(Like) our five million brethren out of sight and mind,
Without you watching over us, we'll be in the same woeful plight