Rise up, rise up
Fellows of the broken heart
Put your heads up by the tears
Lay your hands in the soften air
We are nothing than a gust
Told by sobbed and whining clock
As it reminds us the loving memory
Of the tremendous loss that never last
We walked against the hill
We fought! For not to keel!
We are troops of denounced love
We are soldier! For not be fall!
Up to your future, as if it's always there
Break the law, but don't interfere!
We are the Consigliere,
Not crying babes!
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