Rosa de foc
Opció K-95
Rose of Fire
The sickle at the hip, a bloody stare
entering the town, shouting brave
stolen dignity heats the mind
pools of blood for the body present
The century begins, the streets boiling
desolate mothers crying for their kids
clouds of smoke break the time
wounded by stones and dead from gunfire
Rose of fire
Rose of fire
until the end, victory or death
Rose of fire
Rose of fire
until the end, victory or death
burn the rose
Rose of Fire
A new era where night returns
cannons and cobblestones, screams and wails
they deny us our language and all the power
because of a kingdom and its four stars
Anxiety returns, misery and cries
weapons echo in close combat
shipyards burn, insurgents fall
victory of the fighting people in the streets
Rose of fire
Rose of fire
until the end, victory or death
Rose of fire
Rose of fire
until the end, victory or death
burn the rose
Rose of Fire
