The night is ours!
The queen of the groped will guide us
We won't be afraid. Bravely,
We'll follow the steps which
have been left by those who, hot,
have broken the taboo
of blood, deciding that, happy,
they will toast to the pride of crying
And yesterday, yesterday we went out onto the street
And today, today we'll do it as well.
And tomorrow, we won't stop singing
that the night...
We find women and storms
Continuing on, brave,
they break out of closets of the past
crying so strong, hot,
that they have lost the fear of loving
painting the sky, happy,
in the deepest, shining black.
And yesterday, yesterday we went out onto the street
And today, today we'll do it as well.
And tomorrow, we won't stop singing
that the night, the night is ours!
Not even a war could kill us
nor could peace stop us!
We're the daughters of the women
who are in exile!
We're rebels and our own, proposals are born
from mothers to daughters, from living to dead
Enough penitence! Enough reverence!
Enough with the system that passes sentences
Listen to the resistance!
The night is ours!