When the night lifts its long black arms
The women shut themselves away without incident.
When the song of twilight disguises itself as solitude
I feel like a blur that overturns my mother ©memoire.
They are there, so worried.
They ask, just ask for help.
Live free, live in the feelings that inspire us.
Live free, far from torment and incense.
When the white flags of despair
Float in a wind that goes astray
When freedom relieves all these painted eyes s of tears
I feel a shiver in front of these images.
They are there, they are ready.
In their hands, this strength that they regret.
Live free , live in the feelings that inspire us.
Live free, far from torment and incense.

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