He gave his oath with all his heart, With all his soul - and on his horse, Gun on his shoulder, straight he sat, Ready to march to free the Earth. And where he passed the foe was crushed,...
It sometimes happens that the soul stands firm. Although death’s cruel wind blows everywhere, The soul's frail blossom is too proud to tremble: Even the tiniest petal will not stir....
My beloved, joy of my life, To fight for his land departs. My beloved, joy of my life, Is taking his friend's heart. I am parting from my beloved. How hard it is to part!...
The Earth is so vast, Spacious, lovely! And my prison is Dark and stinking. A bird in the sky Soars to the clouds. On the floor I lie, My hands are chained. A flower grows in freedom....
With burning indignation life here ending, I imprecate my cruel destiny. Why, Mother, did you cherish me and tend me? Why was your loving eyes’ light shed on me?...