With so many leaves, the sun says 'good morning'
all these flags make the sky shine
and these people behind the bars and those buried
Hush, the bells are going to ring in a few minutes
This soil is their soil, is our soil.
Buried in the soil, with their hands crossed
they are still keeping the bell's rope,
waiting for the time to come, waiting to signal the Resurrection
This soil is their soil, is our soil
No one can take it from us
Hush, the bells are going to ring in a few minutes
This soil is their soil, is our soil