With so many leaves
the sun waves to you good morning
With so many flags, shines, shines the sky
And these behind the bars
And those under the soil
Hush, soon the bells will signal
This soil is theirs and ours
Under the soil, in their crossed hands they hold the bell's rope,
Longing for the time, longing to signal the resurrection
This soil is theirs and ours, no one can take it a away from us.
Hush, soon the bells will signal
This soil is theirs and ours.