In the Macedonian villages of Aegean heartbreaking cries were reechoing.
The Greek rebels from the mother's warm lap were grabbing the child.
Innocent angels helpless with frightened souls
We're asking each other "What will happen to us?"
Without shoes, without food
Frozen without their mother's tenderness
Mountains, ravines explored without pause
Mountains, ravines were leaving behind without a return.
The War-Planes from up high bombard them
The children ran for shelter.
"Innocent creature of God
Why are you in the middle of the evil?"
The mother cried for the child
The child cried and was searching for his mother.
"How sad is the life
How will cope this fragile soul?"
The agitation conquered their hearts.
Their only relief was their prayer.
They were praying to the Lord on their knees.
They were praying, their plea to be heard.
At the board schooling in a foreign country
With zest and patience academically they succeeded.
Their thought always persistent
"Is our mother alive?"
One bright day
The Red Cross from Canada
show concern for the welfare of the mothers and the children
And reunited them with the Lord's Blessing.
O, Refugees, bright sun of Aegean
Prepare the road of justice.
The sixteen sunrays smile on us
And they are singing to us, the human rights song.