Carula

You wake up feeling cold, learning to cry
Seeing that life hasn't let you play
Amidst the injustice, a game of chance
And to teach your smile freedom
And you hit the streets to work
Your childhood in exchange for a piece of bread
Your purity in the hands of an enslaving people
Or brothers of a society that betrayed you

And you see in the streets, your people fighting
Risking their lives, building your freedom
And you join them, no matter your age
A rebellious child, alongside his insurgent class
And the killer burst shot you
Withered the dreams of a working child
Who fought against this society that betrayed you
For fighting for a dream of a better world

The press exhibits you like a vile thief
They tried to silence you but your example remained in arms
The grave is cold, the flower withered
The child rests among flowers of revolution...
Revolution... what he dreamed of...
Revolution... what he dreamed of...

And your people haven't silenced, your voice is heard
Every shout, every slogan is your heart
The rifles are raised today in search of liberation
And your dream lives in us, today we are your voice
And your dream lives in us, revolution!!!!