It's a beautiful song. Here is the translation. : I am sending you this letter To you brother from other countries Born from the blossoming flower Above the land of offences That turns yellow and dissolves From under the lighted beams And he brings this message For all those of the future And of the ancient ones first And don't be afraid of the future You are a rebel of the strongest Let the militia come to get you The shadow of the bad luck It follows you every step of the way Today is poverty and death That cling to your steps I send you my hopes here Those of your well-being When violence disappears One day you will be able to live To sow in your lines The flower of freedom
It's a beautiful song. Here is the translation. : I am sending you this letter
To you brother from other countries
Born from the blossoming flower
Above the land of offences
That turns yellow and dissolves
From under the lighted beams
And he brings this message
For all those of the future
And of the ancient ones first
And don't be afraid of the future
You are a rebel of the strongest
Let the militia come to get you
The shadow of the bad luck
It follows you every step of the way
Today is poverty and death
That cling to your steps
I send you my hopes here
Those of your well-being
When violence disappears
One day you will be able to live
To sow in your lines
The flower of freedom
"that the militia comes to get" 😉