On cobblestones , in dust ,
My eyes burnt by light
You tell me about your war , proudly .
Under your dress , a blade slips
But I love you as a woman .
It's the revolt that sets fire to the soul .
You , under the volcano that puts out ,
You watch tears of lava flow ,
The blood of braves
& Me , I remember when I was a Slav .
South American Warsaw ,
There are songs that reminds me
Like a memory in the veins , wandering .
In the maquis , without make-up ,
The guerilla warfare , tonight , is rife .
You give it your grave face .
You , under the volcano that puts out ,
You watch tears of lava flow ,
The blood of braves
& Me , I remember when I was a Slav .
Frozen earths freezing my heart
Up till the inferno of your ardour ,
Violence has no colour . I'm afraid .
Rebel & beautiful with all your might ,
You are fragile under the skin ,
Love message as a sprain , a sprain .
You , under the volcano that puts out ,
You watch tears of lava flow ,
The blood of braves
& Me , I remember when I was a Slav .