On the path of the struggle

We were going

We carry history

The dead oh the dead

The sacrifice of years

We raised up victory



Chaos in the seat of power

In the village of king

Oh where are we going

Where will we arrive



The people are suffering

They are crying out I say



The dead on the field of the struggle

It is the people's victory

My people it is worth considering

If respect (for that) has diminished

I am a big man

Big as a Kapok tree



Pretty girl

With a nice behind

Are the thoughts of the top brass



The people are suffering

They are crying out I say