In the winter, 6 years ago
A young girl stood on top of a box
On a stick it dangled like a socks
She was arrested for breaking the law
Without a word
It's the end of an era, the west is regressing, while Iran is on fire
She lost all of her rights, her skin, her bones, her flesh
She no longer exists
Am I awake?
She no longer submits, they soon no longer exist
She no longer wears it, deep on Revolution Street
It's the end of a reign, say it loud, woman, life, and freedom
Men are falling, the girls are uprising
Leave her alone, without a word