There are eight ropes swaying in the wind
There are eight bodies swaying in the wind
There are eight stories swaying in the wind of memory.
From what dead men go together
And the flags looking for life
How many corpses were possible
for men to look up?
There are eight ropes swaying in the wind
There are eight bodies swaying in the wind
There are eight stories swaying in the wind of memory
Since violent May there are reasons
To go out in songs
Since the year of time there are executioners
Blood on asphalt and slogans on walls ?.
There are eight ropes swaying in the wind
There are eight bodies swaying in the wind
There are eight stories swaying in the wind of memory
When did the patient victory begin?
When that eagle broke his egg
When did something new start
That with death he will pay to death?
There are eight ropes swaying in the wind
There are eight bodies swaying in the wind
There are eight stories swaying in the wind of memory.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)