Take a look at those dirty faces,
What have we [bad word] 
Take a look at those abandoned places,
Where once was our home...
And then the [bad word] 
The unwanted guest,
I still hear the echo of the past,
I still believe in the peace and salvation,
The glory of our people,
The freedom of this nation...

Take a look at those dirty hands,
Who can we blame?
Take a look across the wasted lands,
And see [bad word] of our lives...
You'll see the pain in those eyes,
The world that slowly dies,
You can feel it in the air,
The sorrow and despair!
I still fly this flag so high,
But my hands, they start to tremble,
As the time goes by...

 [bad word] 
Hey! Don't give up the fight!

Take look at those dirty faces,
What have we [bad word] 
Take a look at those abandoned places,
Where once was our home...
As I walk beneath the pale light,
My lament breaks the silence of the night,
I still fly this eagle's flight,
Never giving, I'm never giving up the fight!