HIP HIP HOORAY! ! ! ! say I
For dreams come true
For hopes realized
For me for you
For Mumbai.
Given a chance
The children will dance
With the stars of Holly and Balli
Radiant smiles in glowing faces
Dancing for the other guy
In the most unexpected of places
The dusty streets of Mumbai.
Hip, Hip, Hooray
not for the surge in Afghanstan
that kind of change i can't understand
but for courage and bravery of another kind
in hell that never came to Satan's mind.
To suffer without proff of guilt
Tortures, abuse, imagined fears
Caught in prejudice's bloody gears.
Then to fly in clouds high
To walk free in sunshine.
Hip, hip, hooray i say
For Mr. Binyam Mohamed on this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Cat, Me thinks you need a music man to write the music for your lyrics. Bro