sing me a beautiful song
that bring me the breeze’s spring
and that echoes in my soul
like the holy bells
 
through the fields
soldiers march on blood
carrying the evil flag
far from my land
 
destroyed dreams
on this dry land
hope is gone with the waters
we’re just slaves to our own destiny
going to the future
where hope is reborn like a phoenix
crossing the horizon
 
at nightfall i can still hear your voice
calling me to see the hills
destroyed dreams
on this dry land
hope is gone with the waters
we’re just slaves to our own destiny
 
no more crying
with smile on the lips
our mouth will pronounce the victory
forget the world
freedom will triumph us all
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