| 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 |