Say a word
So much fighting, so much movement
Just say I will speak like myself.
The old woman's eyes have been wet with tears for many years
That is our purification,
We win the struggle again.
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Our war is to realize our freedom in an independent country
At our festival, the slogan of rights is chanted,
One day the sun will rise as the veranda of our desire.
How many fires in the blood of revolutionaries How many empty laps of mothers
I will take account one by one, to understand everything in the coming days,
We are optimistic we are enterprising to win.