This times are bad
for the road is shoddy
from sixties to retrogression
Everything keeps crumbling to shambles
Green land with a whole lot of savages
Too long, too slow
When will the rain wash away the tears of the sun
and darkness stop ruling over our days
When will travails depart our land
and peace inhabit the society ones again
Oh! My father land when shall thee rise from
the grave and your bones virile ones again
Now is the time to awake
from a longer years of sleep
to stand at the apex, we've always dreamt of.
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