Boia Chi Molla
Mara Ros
Hold On, Who Gives Up
It would be beautiful, my love, to leave everything behind and escape from here
Leave the problems, our struggle, and our eagerness
Escape far away, it doesn't matter, but escape from here now
Forget everything, and escape from this land
And arrive at a place, bathed in sunlight
With humidity coming from the sea
And build a new future
It's not a battle, it's not an ideal
It would be beautiful, my love, to wait for spring
Run and play, make love and discover
The things that we haven't been able to experience for a long time
Forget everything, and escape from this land
Kiss in that place, bathed in sunlight
With humidity coming from the sea
And discover a new future
It's not a battle, it's not an ideal
It would be beautiful, yes my love, but I can't
Close my eyes and escape from reality
No, I don't want to
Give up my struggle, inside me I feel a scream
Something that urges me
I feel a chorus in my mind
Hold on, who gives up, hold on, who gives up!
No love, I won't move, I'm a woman
I won't surrender, I love you
And also my ideal
Better dead than sold
Better dead than a traitor
If you love me, listen to the cry
Hold on, who gives up, hold on, who gives up!
No love, you can't expect me to give in, no love
You know my destiny, yes, I know
I could end up badly
In the hospital or underground
Before the judge or in prison
But what does it matter? Listen to the cry
Hold on, who gives up, hold on, who gives up!
Your love, you must help, give me strength and if I'm afraid
You must give me your courage, and if I give in you must give me your contempt
Always remember this phrase, this phrase is our flag
Hold on, who gives up, hold on, who gives up!
