We raise up our heads today!
Each one of us for all and all of us for one.
We lost a lot but we respect our past.
Men did their best, now they are gone.
We are like trees which had been born in fire,
We stand on charred brands with bare feet.
We stand beneath this angry sun
We never hide our heads from heat.
Carry me into the dawn of wakening
Wakening of my land. Sore land.
We saw those chaps which lost their limbs,
Their strength, their honor, their aim.
Girls which had lost all sense of shame,
their faith, their love and kids.
We have to fight with own scums
Sins easy come and make us moan.
This makes us all despise the most
Ones whose conscience is gone.
Carry me into the dawn of wakening
Wakening of my land.
Show me the path in chain of lives.
To that distant dawn… of mine.
Dawn of mine...