Ballad of a never-ending fight
There is a land
where my mother’s rose garden grows
and the forfathers old trees cast their shadows
over blooming fields an green meadows.
This land is my fire and I’m its flame.
It has made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on my bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When enemies come and color the rivers
with the blood of my brothers and sisters,
my heart awakes to a blazing flame,
and a scream breaks from deep within me
This land won’t be yours for free.
Never will I surrender it in shame.
I fight for this land, and my fight will never end,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
There is a woman,
who has fallen like an angel from purple skies,
to ignite a burning desire in my eyes
with the sweet secrets of her hidden paradise.
This woman is my fire and I’m her flame.
She has made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When a heartbreaker tries to turn her head
leaving bitter words and broken dreams in his wake,
my heart rising as a blazing flame,
and a scream breaks from deep within me.
This woman won’t be yours for free.
Never will I surrender her in shame.
I fight for this woman, and my fight will never end,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
There are two girls,
who are the flesh and blood of my own.
I held them in arms at their first breath
and guarded their sleep all night long.
These girls are my fire and I’m their flame.
They have made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long as my blood runs through in vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When they grow up and young guys
look at them with hungry eyes,
my heart rises a blazing flame,
and a scream breaks from deep within me.
These girls won’t be yours for free.
Never will I surrender them in shame.
I fight for these girls, and my fight will never end,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
There is a man,
who always stands by my side.
When I wake up in the morning light,
he waits for me in the mirror with a smile.
This man is my fire and I’m his flame.
He has made me who I am
and will be always a part of me,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
When the shadow of Death darkens his way
and drags him to the grave one day,
my heart rise a blazing flame,
and a scream breaks from deep within me.
This man won’t be yours for free.
Never will I surrender him in shame.
I fight for this man, and my fight will never end,
as long as my blood runs through a vein,
as long as I have flesh on the bones,
as long as a thought is in my brain,
as long as my heart doesn’t rest under stones.
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