where my last breath silent step. I
seen freedom to forget the men who spent
as the hope to believe in gods of copper.
as the hope to believe in gods of copper.
That people understand why she wears gold mask,
illuminating hands and thirsty for living dreams. Balseros
fugitives in a sea of \u200b\u200bmemories misleading,
stored in the glaze of the old sun-tanned.
stored in the glaze of the old sun-tanned.
Aching rests
hope now my lips are hurting,
hope now my lips are hurting,
river of blood in my veins dried by scratch. Hands
tanned by the blow to the wood and wall,
building ships of greater freedom to autocracy.
Do not forget that the smallest ray of sun bears my life, and at dawn
you looked just the freedom this home.
And live beyond the air, looking for that corner that you have not touched,
lungs, ages and bodies for you deceived.
Further south is open land to forget your name
where free men left their mark on their children.
Further south is open land to forget your name
where free men left their mark on their children.
your pupils to hear a lively NO,
where Peace is not changed by the desires of your death.
where Peace is not changed by the desires of your death.
Helpless men living in your land,
dream of hope for those who already are away from you. Sembrándote
Liberty in the distance with their voices and melodies,
to harvest your land tomorrow in beautiful island
happiness on the faces of their children returning to the field of Freedom.
José Antonio OL
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