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Some tears flow out along the face of a child. |
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Explosion, black out, some terrifying cries. |
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A hat covers the body of a child. |
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Angry, hate, everything becomes blind. |
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You, the godsend, the hero of the nation, |
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You say that you kill to save your country. |
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You obey some shadows |
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That someone makes dance in front of your eyes. |
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You're only a slave. |
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Some tears flow out along the face of a child. |
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Explosion, black out, some terrifying cries. |
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A hat covers the body of a child. |
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Angry, hate, everything becomes blind. |
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These are the tears of the nation, |
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And not those of the masters of this world. |
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These are the children of the nation |
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And not those of the tyrants of this world. |
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The nation is just a child, to whom we lie, |
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But don't forget that it's blood which flows. |
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Free yourself from these traps, |
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So that some rays of light spring from your steps |