La Batalla de las Termopilas

"...when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children-black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics-will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!..."
(Martin Luther King, Jr., "I Have a Dream")

Bleeding out, fear belongs to the weak
The sky turns gray, a terrible battle
Resist, resist, let the sun shine
And let the strength in my heart illuminate them today
And in their hands guide us towards a possible eternal world
And may their sword opening my chest not limit us
To dream of a sky where our children conquer

Facing each other and let the fools speak
My vision turns gray, may the weak be pitied
Resist, resist, let the sun shine
And let the strength in my heart illuminate us today
And in their hands guide us towards a possible eternal world
And may their sword opening my chest not limit us
To dream of a sky where our children conquer

Resist!
And today here is our death, our victory
Resist!
And may the gods protect us in their hands and the strength of your heart
Resist!
Let's dream of eternal glory, towards victory we go
Resist! Resist! Resist!
I feel it in our skin!