Between all my torments between death and
Between my despair and the reason for
There is injustice and this evil of
That I cannot accept there is my
There are the blood-coloured fighters of
There are the sky-coloured fighters of
The bread the blood the sky and the right to
For all the innocents who hate
The light is always close to
Life always ready to become
But spring is reborn that is never done withA bud lifts from dark and the warmth
And the warmth will have the right of the
Their atrophied senses will not resistI hear the fire talk lightly of coolnessI hear a man speak what he has not
You who were my flesh’s sensitive
You I love forever you who made
You will not tolerate oppression or
You’ll sing in dream of earthly
You’ll dream of freedom and I’ll continue you
