Το συγκρότημα δήλωσε σχετικά:
«Αυτό δεν είναι απλώς μια άλλη μπαλάντα... Είναι ο θρήνος μας για τα 50 στοιχειωμένα χρόνια της κυπριακής κατοχής... Μια μουσική κραυγή στις χαμένες ψυχές και στους αμέτρητους αγνοούμενους, στην αγωνία του εκτοπισμού, στις καρδιές που είναι ακόμα φυλακισμένες από τον Αττίλα για μισό αιώνα... Πένθιμος ύμνος για το μοναδικό έθνος της ΕΕ με κατεχόμενα εδάφη... Κραυγή για την Αμμόχωστο, την Κερύνεια και τη Μόρφου... Ένα χρέος στο νησί των ηρώων...
Δεν θα ξεχάσουμε ποτέ. 1974 – 2024»
Αυτοί είναι οι στίχοι του τραγουδιού.
In the land of Cyprus, where the olive trees sway
A tale of sorrow and resilience holds sway
Once peaceful shores, now torn by strife
As darkness descended, stealing hopes and life
Turkish invasion, a storm on the horizon
Tears in the eyes of the Cypriot horizon
Families torn, their homes left behind
In the wake of chaos, what solace can they find
Don't cross the Green Line, where hearts bleed and dreams decline
In the shadow of division, where pain defines
Cypriot souls, bound by fate's design
Don't cross the Green Line, where scars intertwine
Through streets once bustling, now silent and still
Echoes of laughter replaced by an eerie chill
Amidst the rubble, they cling to hope's thread
Their resilience a testament, though their hearts may dread
Fathers, mothers, sons and daughters
Bound by history's relentless waters
Once peaceful shores, now torn by strife
As darkness descended, stealing hopes and life
Turkish invasion, a storm on the horizon
Tears in the eyes of the Cypriot horizon
Families torn, their homes left behind
In the wake of chaos, what solace can they find
Don't cross the Green Line, where scars intertwine
Don't cross the Green Line, where hearts bleed and dreams decline
In the shadow of division, where pain defines
Cypriot souls, bound by fate's design
Don't cross the Green Line, where scars intertwine
Through streets once bustling, now silent and still
Echoes of laughter replaced by an eerie chill
Amidst the rubble, they cling to hope's thread
Through streets once bustling, now silent and still
Echoes of laughter replaced by an eerie chill
Amidst the rubble
Don't cross the Green Line, where hearts bleed and dreams decline
In the shadow of division, where pain defines
Cypriot souls, bound by fate's design
Don't cross the Green Line, where scars intertwine
