In a city of gloomy lullabies,
Where they only hoped for a miracle to fly their way,
Freckled face and swollen eyes,
The woman standing behind the wall has seen the world,
Most of all…
Shivering and quivering she waits,
Covered in the sheet of traditions and cultures,
Cursed under the barriers of sexism,
She waits and waits for a change,
Look at the irony,
The widow in the third house cannot come out,
While everyone is coated in thick colors…
Such is our country,
Diverse and wide,
Underneath the cultured skies…!