My country
my nation
my religion
The gift that was given to me
In the storm
Immovable thought is the relief of not being enslaved
In front of the feet of the traitor
If I cower in fear
Why do I have such a head?
Unless it is cut from the neck and thrown away
When I got money from the rich
To sing against the heart
What is the use of having sweet voice?
Better to be dumb and deaf
Singer: nanda malini
Lyrics: sunil ariyarathna
Music: rohana weerasinghe