In this country
They call you a foreigner
Of troubles, you’re a big earner
The officers ill-treat
You’ve not to request for their retreat
They whip you weep
On your face are tears that sweep
Sweep your joy and laughter
You look hopeless and helpless thereafter
In this country, I tell you
You are called a foreigner.

In this country
People shout
They shout dragging you out
They mock
But you just’ve to give your back
For your words irons their guilt
On you troubles are built
Here a nap is enough to keep
For you’ve no time for unworried sleep
In this country, I impatiently agree
You’re treated a foreigner.