Nida

The world keeps watch where its jewels are sleeping -

Under desert sands , its black heart's beating

The pulsing liquid earth - ours for the taking

But beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines

The dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries

And all around the world the world closed its eyes

A people without land fights for existence

As opposing winds disperse all calls for assistance

Will their annihilation be the price of our silence ?

The only sounds heard are oil-hungry nations'

Blood-thirsty threats of immediate action

Should the hold on resources ever be threatened

Their can be no excuses , no justification

No heads turned away from their situation

The price of our silence will be their annihilation !

Beyond the marked borders , beyond strategic lines

The dust's turning red , the wind's carrying cries

And all around the world the world closes its eyes.