suffering

Yo

Not surrendering to fate

In the resistance that was born

On the feet that were stained with blood that kept flowing

With God they fought

Not money they wanted to hold on to

A life that rebelled against suffering

So with this all should be warned

Yo, a hundred or a thousand one hundred and one

There is no definite number they fell with bullets

Not a cocked weapon just a pointed bamboo held

With a sword drawn towards the opponent

Continue blindly and will continue to be lions

To thousands of invaders they are angry

With the blood of this country is free

And free this country with a turbulent soul

With the blood of this country is free!

Free!

This is a story of suffering from humans

From humans this is a story of suffering

This is a story of suffering from humans

If you don't know what it means you are not human