Victoria

After five years of fierce struggle
we're starting to get tired of losing battles.
We're still stuck in our trench
even if the green berets come against four thieves.
Hidden in the shadows, harassing the enemy.
From all the defeats, you take something positive.
It's depressing to see the troops cry
but without sacrifice, there will never be VICTORY.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.
It's the losers who sing
VICTORY.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.
A whole life locked up studying,
I reach forty and still taking exams.
I can't overcome this ordeal
because I'm obsessed with becoming a civil servant.
I've spent a fortune enrolling
and bribing the courts.
I see the calls for applications running out
and amidst nightmares, I shout VICTORY.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.
It's the losers who sing
VICTORY.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.
Standing, bearded, and militant.
My main occupation is protesting.
Throwing eggs or chained up
I'm always ready to get beaten up.
I know the ICU better than my house
and I'm fed up with my banners being torn.
I collect bruises and rubber bullets
that will be in a museum when VICTORY comes.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.
It's the losers who sing
VICTORY.
The defeated shout as they head to the gallows
VICTORY.