We are not straw fires
The fire of hell that will burn the tyrant to ashes
We subtract whenever we want
You will be able to cut whenever you want
Not even a roadside plant
Ten thousand birds will be sheltered
Good shade and strong roots
A tree
You and our people
Which circle is wider?
Do you want to be behind bars?
Do you want to be handcuffed?
Let him try it. Let him try it
This wall of fascism will be torn down all around
It collapses
If you are afraid to think about getting hurt once in a while
Until the bones rot all my life
You will be terrified and afraid
The ashes are meaningless
It will disappear
We will escape
It must be normal from the wound
No Pain No Gain
If there is an offer, there is also an offer
We have to pay
For each drop of blood
Blood debt must be taken
I'm not dead yet
Dictatorship is not over yet
We are not free yet
Cast away our fears
We have to get out of the hands of the crazy power
Find the lost
The dead are forgotten
I still want to laugh out loud