Left the familiar homeland
Left the intimate people
For the yearning of the heart
Cross mountains and seas
Walk through a rain of bullets
Heroic figures one by one
Coming after the other
Cities and pools
Flowers bloom like dreams
It was blood that poured down the land
It was the ideal that erected this banner
When there is no longer you
But, with us
Note: Original
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