We are walking barefoot
under a sky with thousand stars
in the winter nights of rain and cold
We feel the fury
running through our venes
The wild emotion against the wind
We light bonfires
with the rage and the tenderness
which we carry in our hearts
And we nail the hands
onto the roots of this country
from which our courage arises
to carry on.
We feel alive
We cross the villages
with tho opened windows
and the smiles being unveiled by the red sun
we extend the daily and basic
riots
with the love burning in our hearts
we are living hope
of those, who are struggling every day
with thousand united fist like a wave
and we are going to flood the streets
with floods of joy
from wich our courage arises
to win
our freedom.