Still Here, Still Breathing (feat. Iran) by Sascha Ende

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[Intro]
Screens go dark, the signal’s broken,
Midnight cuts the city blind.
Names are whispered, not uploaded,
Truth survives without a line.

[Verse]
Streets are filled with empty shops now,
Oil-stained hands refuse the day.
Women stand without permission,
Hair uncovered, fear exposed to air.

[Pre-Chorus]
They say silence keeps us safe,
They lock the doors and steal the light.
But every prison breeds a chorus,
Every bruise remembers why.

[Chorus]
We are still here, we are breathing,
Even when the wires are cut.
You can break the feed, not the feeling,
You can cage our bodies, not our blood.
From the alleys to the highways,
From the classrooms to the flame,
We don’t need permission to remember,
We don’t need your fear to change.

[Verse]
Sirens speak a familiar language,
Courts decide before the trial.
Mothers wait outside the concrete,
Counting nights in single files.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every strike, a silent promise,
Every walkout, drawn red line.
You can rule us by the numbers,
But you cannot own the time.

[Chorus]
We are still here, we are breathing,
Even when the wires are cut.
You can break the feed, not the feeling,
You can cage our bodies, not our blood.
From the factories to the borders,
From the rooftops to the rain,
We don’t need permission to remember,
We don’t need your fear to change.

[Bridge]
When the world scrolls past our suffering,
When statements replace action,
When cameras leave and prisons stay —
We stay.
Say her name without a signal,
Say his name behind the wall.
If tomorrow costs us everything,
Then tonight we give our all.

[Final Chorus]
We are still here, we are breathing,
This is not a passing fire.
From the silence grows a future,
From the fear a deeper choir.
You can shut the streets with force now,
But you can’t unsee our truth.
This is more than one generation —
This is memory learning to move.

[Outro]
When the signal comes back on one day,
Let it show what we survived.
Not a riot, not a moment —
A people still alive.

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