Human thinks

As he rules on earth

He can do anything

And if something is not according to his will

He will change it

Oh human, he holds his destiny in his hands

And his first step was touching the moon

There is a woman in my neighborhood

Who sits there when the night gently spreads its skirt

And she says:

Who will give permission for the slaughter of humans?

Now they take the human and torture him

They wash his brain, for life

They put him on a path, towards sickness

Then they bury him with the stars

And they collide with his body like a disposable machine

There is a woman in my neighborhood

She sits there facing the hill

And she says:

Who will give permission for the slaughter of humans?

Now she is in the midst of destruction, scared and confused

And her brain, with great abilities, is lost

She only trusts her eyes

But her eyes also lie to her

Translation: Translation by: Elham Zolghadr