working every day and night
for a minimum wage, it's your personal fight
nothing in this world's for free
not even freedom for your left-behind family
how are they doing? are they still alive?
is there any chance to do it right?
how are they doing? are they still alive?
is there any chance to do it right?
you even don't know if you'll see them again
you even don't know if this is a place to stay
if there's a fucking way to share your happiness
you're gonna pray, you're gonna pray, you're gonna pray
pray for it
to be headed for a never ending lonely path
you never wanted to leave, you never asked for that
all the strangers in the west just chase you away
and the picture of your mother slowly starts to fade
once in a month you can call home
just to know you're not all alone
once in a month you can call home
just to know you're not all alone
and you can still hear your mother say
"better stay here my son. what should i do when you fail?
and what's about your uncle amir? when he get worse
i would wish you were here"
did your brother already arrive? please tell me that he's still alive
did your brother already arrive? please tell me that he's still alive
did your brother already arrive? please tell me that he's still alive
did your brother already arrive? please tell me that he's still alive