We die one by one, a thousand by one
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Side by side, round and round we'll come again, wow
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Of course we know friend and foe
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Don't let those who were hit and fall be in trouble, my rose
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Don't let those who are hit and fall be in trouble
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Because it is the flag of rebellion, the pain in my side
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'Cause I mix my money with anger, with faith
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And your grief
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And on the pale-faced workers
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The fierceness of the mountain tops is blowing away from me
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'Cause the grudge that keeps me upright with its fire
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'Cause the dawn burning in my eyeballs
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rally posters, brave banners
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And thousands of militants
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The luminosity of the deep sea
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tough mornings
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sky and tulip
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We enter life like a clenched fist
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'Cause the girl I love
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Like living, like my people, the girl I love, who can't write her poetry
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And like my people who can't sing their song
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Like my people who were shot by thousands and thousands
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chained up
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sent to wars
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Like my tax-bound people
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Leaving paralyzed solitudes
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Leaving in great pain and tears
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Where my poems shine like a knife
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Revolution songs
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And your lips that teach to rebel
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without kissing once
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carefree without holding for once
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Hands trembling like a cool summer night
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Even your neck and ankles
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without knowing, without knowing, without knowing
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I shot my heart into the glorious fight
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Here I am walking to the mountains of peace and freedom
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If you are brave, tame me
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O your prohibitions, your bitch
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And the protector of robberies
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Silence my girls who call Turkish
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And my heroic sons
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Grave accident accident sad, angry
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Sprinkle the seeds are dexterous
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And empty with exploitation and exploitation
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And the traces of hunger and oppression
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Carrying my hands in their deep abyss
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And my hands wrapped in scythes
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My hands clinging to the Mausers
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Hit the chains if you can
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But if you call it living
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infamous
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cracked bud
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Without hearing the cry of your born child
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Your rose-faced lover
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without kissing her trembling breasts
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Be afraid, side by side
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A little deeper every day
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Hearing death a little darker every day
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hungry and backless
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If you want to live with a dog
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this heart
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Let it crack!
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Dirt-free, rust-free
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Our bee pure essence
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Our bloody dagger word to the dishonor
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It's too far, friends, our way
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A thousand greetings to those who stand and walk
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We die one by one, a thousand by one
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Side by side, round and round we'll come again, wow
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Of course we know friend and foe
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Don't let those who are hit and fall be in trouble, my dear
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Don't let those who are hit and fall be in trouble
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Let's come to the shining sun
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Get up toiling
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the sun of heroic peoples
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earth filled with lust
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Now it's warm, now it's out of reach
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Now full of ripe fruit
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Spring wraps its gardens to Earth
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And life on the lips of rose-blooded lovers
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It calls us to love and fight
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The blade rests on the bone
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Not because the arrow jumped from the bow
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This merchant's reign
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For this persecution to end
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For the gray days
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for a new world
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The honor of courage in their faces
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And the faithful strength of the fighting World
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World fighting against imperialism
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and to death
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Of young warriors running laughing
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Let their flags fly
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Let it wave, let it wave
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Tired heart grappling with hatred
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For my mother to illuminate
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My mother who had suffered disasters
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toothless, mournful mouth
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eyes ready to cry
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His gall and patience that melts the endless and mountains
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His mercy
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So our humanity as a whole
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For Yunsun to be purified in the still springs
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In order to save the honor of your quote
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Hot loaf to get rid of
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Bitter onions and flowering basmas
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We have made a promise, we have passed away
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We put head
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dead die friends
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Enemies hey hey
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Let the rest!
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Dirt-free, rust-free
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Our bee pure essence
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Our bloody dagger word to the dishonor
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It's too far, friends, our way
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A thousand greetings to those who stand and walk |