A narrow minded crowd is clapping very loud, they're gazing what we fought.
We left our houses, we staid on the mountains.
Freedom in the hearts, weapons in our hands.


Now a man is standing on them giving a roman salute.
Flashbacks about our past are infesting my dreams:

prison camps, black shirts aren't such a fantasy.

Those who called us heroes, now they have forgotten!


They have forgotten!
They have forgotten our fight

They have forgotten our sacrifice

Please if they come back don't make those effort in vain

Yes if they come back we will fight them 'till the end.