The clouds loom ahead,

The journey may not end.
But it is not my wish
To relish
A salute to the flag.

Am I a traitor?
Is freedom just a riot?
Sing with me,
Through the green and white signs of our destination,
Paying homage to the banner.

It surrounds us,
Coercing us
To embrace the patriot spirit,
With a decree,
Where justice is buried
In rhetoric and desecrated.

Am I an ungrateful wretch?
A traitor?
Please, sing with me.

For the fatherland,
The motherland -
It doesn't matter now.
I too am a traitor,
Never by choice,
But by the disdain of the impostor.

So speak your mind,
Savor freedom,
It doesn't matter anymore.
I will raise my voice and ask:

Oh mighty warrior,
Where is your assurance
Of free will that will never die?
All I see now is destruction.