Lyrics
i was born in a hut,
umbilical cord cut.
alil bit torn up,
when the big storm erupt.
it mudded the the sand,
flooded the land,
rain drops threw roof top,
we had to use pots and pans.
it drown the town into a lake.
i had a close encounter
wit a venomous snake.
i was deep asleep
it was wide awake.
all it take was one bite,
my life would have ended that day.
but it went way,
so on earth i was kept.
i was already facing death,
before i even took my first step.
and worst yet,
threats surrounds us.
even though i was a new born,
innocent like a Unicorn,
i'll die too if the Khmer rouge found us.
bombs burst, the lands to bits.
and people disappear like they never exist.
nobody ask questions,
cause they afraid they'll be next.
so many rumors, nobody wanna say shit.
there's even stories about a massive grave pit.
love our land to death, but can't stay no longer.
it's life or death, we gotta make it...
" across the border."
watch out !
for boobie traps and land mines,
ain't no time to take breaks.
death is close behind,
night or day it's not OK !
gotta stay awake !
no matter what it takes,
we gotta make,
" the Great Escape ! "
we take, wait.
in past tence we took.
valuable belongings
wrap it up in sheets.
a pair of pot and pan,
so we can cook food to eat.
take what weight we can carry,
and leave the rest behind.
we had to move fast,
what we didn't have was time.
we wasn't' the only one,
there were hundreds apond thousands,
man, women, children,
swimming into the mountains.
look'n for hope,
like fishes searching for water.
our only chance was,
making it across the border.
we ran out of food,
eat what we could find.
plus we had to watch our steps,
for boobie traps and land mines.
thirsty no water,
we had to drink rain.
it got to the point,
where we need blood,
just to pump the vains.
when there total silence,
you know danger ahead.
and when the bomb goes off,
then you know some one is dead.
but forward ahead.
we gotta make it further.
no matter what it takes,
we gotta make it across the border.
we lost our heart,
but found the strength in our soul,
words can't describe,
but the stories must be told.
the fields, the jungles,
the mountains of death.
the struggles continues,
but we're gonna make it !
watch out!
for boobie traps and land mines
ain't no times to take breaks.
death is close behind,
night or day, its not Ok!
gotta stay awake!
no matter what it takes,
we gotta make...
"the Great Escape!"
