If I am to die, I will die fighting
To see my people grow here
And I will lose in a heartbeat1
What I spent my whole life building
If I am to live, I will not beg
For my culture and for what I believed
If I am to fall, at least I will be fighting
For my freedom not to be kidnapped
If I am to fall silent, I will, while letting
The wind talk in my stead
I do not want to see my people adoring
A God that cannot hear the sun
If I am to shout, my hatred will raise
Such a tempest that my rage will freeze you
If I am to kill, it will not be murder
White men do it
Not in order to survive
I know that a day will come
When freedom will pour down
And that, written on the moon,
With a carnation's ink,
One will see the message "live in peace".
Do not let the melancholy
Of your memories be your rear-view mirror
Do not let a border successfully
Determine the country of a flower
I kiss the ground and, on my knees,
I bid farewell to the sea
I will return in another life
Today, heads will roll
Today, ...will roll
1. Literally in a sigh