Cover yourself scoundrel
In the shroud
Today the king goes naked
The old tyrants
From a thousand years ago
They die like you
Open a trench
br/>Companion
Lie down on the ground
Always in front of you
You've seen people
In another condition
Stand up, Summer Sun
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are now heard
The cries are now heard
The drums are now heard
Get rid of fear
How early
The sun will burn
And you comrade
Be on your guard
They will kill you
Come, farmers
Mondadeiras
From this field in bloom
Come entwined
Hand in hand
Sow love
Rise, O Summer Sun
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are now heard
The cries are now heard
The cries are now heard drums
Come the high tide
An idea
To push us
Just a thought
For the moment
To wake us up
Here's another arm
And another arm
Lead us brother
Always our hunger
Consumes us
Give me your hand
Arise, O Sun of Summer
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are now heard
The cries are now heard
br/>The drums can now be heard

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