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