| Again I feel the dirty ground
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| I stand with my boots on rotten, deceerated, holy place
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| raped mother land
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| we fought side by side
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| we held the banners high
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| together we touched the sky
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| our aim out of reach
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| Those days we shared the pain,
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| and stood as one
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| those days our spirit was one union, those days are gone
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| We fought side by side
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| we held the banners high
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| together supposed ti die
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| our aim never reached
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| i still hear you strong voice,
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| Telling me about Utopia
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| Yes I still can hear you,
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| your spirit will be erver inside me Does any god listen to me?
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| you took just the comporeality!
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| no one can break my melody
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| listen to my threnody
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| I’ve lost nmore than a friend
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| (but) one day we’ll meet again
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| I won’t loose you twice
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| because your spirit never diea — never/you'll return
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| I keep the free spirit, I carry on, I keep on fighting
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| I know, I snatd alone, your return: a further ending
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| Does any god listen to me?
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| you took just the corporeality!
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| no one can break my melody
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| listen to my threnody |