Wash from our bodies the painted hues of parties,
Let Diyawanna\u2019s waters rinse us clean.
We have watched too many hollow spectacles\u2014
Let us turn our faces and refuse them.
Lay aside caste and color, if only for a moment,
For our Motherland, Sri Lanka, is fading\u2014
Come, give her some care before it is too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without you, who will guard Mother Lanka? Strangers eye our shores with hungry gaze; Without you, who will guard Mother Lanka? We are trapped in snares of our own making\u2014 Without you, who will guard Mother Lanka? Wash the colors from your skin in Diyawanna\u2019s tide, Without you, who will guard Mother Lanka? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without her, where would we call home?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
We must not sell our soil at a foreign market.
If we squander time and heed not our land,
We alone will bear the bitter price.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without her, where would we call home?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now is the hour to break them free.
For the sake of those not yet born,
For the future\u2019s children, let us stand as one.
Only united can we shield this island\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without her, where would we call home?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leave the false shows to the wind\u2014
Rise, for this land needs hands, not slogans.
Stand together, steady and kind:
Our islands\u2019 breath, our shared home, depends on you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without her, where would we call home?<\/strong>
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