A feather waltzes on the pages of history
The sun burning the horizon
Reveals in its torpor
That dreaming is now forbidden to them
Forbidden
In hatred, the heirs of the decree grew
Their land devastated by fear
At the gates of oppression, the dying spirit
Having its light stolen
This flame, which illuminates our souls with perceptions
And gives life meaning
Awakening in agony
The people set the path ablaze
The mockery of the miser
Crossed dunes and mountains
A sandstorm
Arises in the night
(It is the east wind)
Against the king's golden word
For whom reason is no longer law
Gathered in his flock
The good man will triumph
(Of the work of the evil one)
At the end of the arm of the hanged
Metal and rock will be the new chosen ones
If we cannot hope rer better than in vain
May with each step our bonds tighten
If the grain is removed from our heads
What will be left tomorrow?
Nothing left
At the gates of this cage
Let's use the strength of our voices

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