Each day which passes
I hear the sound of drum
Dawn has rung
for the resistance voice
Here is sublime purpose
Brothers and i were born
we must go on each day
protesting with no violent
efficiently till the end of the day
of that awful *******
if not i will regret birth day
i was born in the valley
of red bread of resistance
mother i must say it loudly
or i won't deserve the love
your white tender light
for being  called your son
needs some sacrifices.