wounded, if you do not fight with the worshippers of the night, rise up, for all men who love to have heads, rise up, stand up, they put a
whip on our bodies , the enemys stab at the hearts of the hearts, they spear the heart without hatred, they put the body of flowers in the slaughterhouse and the dam in front of our eyes at night. If
our cry is in the night of sin, if our hearts are helpless today, sing with us the song of victory tomorrow that arrives tomorrow with our flag, sing with us the song of victory tomorrow that arrives tomorrow with our flag
