We take a vow,
Not of silence,
But of determined devotion;
For our people,
And our land.
We'll carry it on,
Our struggle,
We are not nervous,
But full of contentment;
That we won't stop,
The struggle.
The bullets,
The bombardment,
Won't frighten us;
We'll keep on struggling,
For no gun can stop us,
For we gonna win.
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