Don't ask me who I am nor if they knew me
the dreams I loved will grow even without me.
I don't live but I'm in what I dreamed
and others who keep fighting will make new roses bloom
in the name of all those things everyone will be naming me
Don't remember my face which was my war face,
as long as in my land there's a need to hate,
and in the clearing sky will know how was my forehead,
few people heard me laugh but my ignored laughter
you'll find in the dawn of the premonitioned day
Don't ask my age, I have everyone's age
I chose among many modes to be older than my age
and my true years are the shots I fired,
I'm born on every executed and though my body dies
I'll have the true age of the child I set free
Don't search for my grave because you won't find it,
my hands are the ones that shoot in other hands,
my voice keeps shouting, my dream is still entire
and know that I only die if you go slacking
because the one who died fighting, lives on every fellow