Between all my torments between death and self Between my despair and the reason for living There is injustice and this evil of men That I cannot accept there is my anger There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope For all the innocents who hate evil The light is always close to dying Life always ready to become earth But spring is reborn that is never done with A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles And the warmth will have the right of the selfish Their atrophied senses will not resist I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness I hear a man speak what he has not known You who were my flesh’s sensitive conscience You I love forever you who made me You will not tolerate oppression or injury You’ll sing in dream of earthly happiness You’ll dream of freedom and I’ll continue youSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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