... And they tell tales and stories about a hero
Gift wrapped the truth with hope
And hid soil and brooklets in his heart
Trees baring for people dates!!
Fortuitously,
On the love hills he was dead
And wasn't found out how he died!!
He's lost!
They said:
He's lost admist the corpses,
Admist the bloody tears
And he was evaporated,
Truly evaporated!!
But he's living the tale,
The letter doesn't die.
How lucky is he?
They said:
He unsheathed his sword and left.
Where to?
No one knows.
And after a period of time, they said:
A little boy dreamt of him
Sitting on the glory's throne
Covered with roses,
With eyes closed.
The heroes are older than the time,
Greater than the word we want to say.
They're the gold
The rings in boxes,
They're our enduring joy in the nation's bosom.
They're the limits which the hearts are tracing.
They're the unobstructed ways in suffering nights.
O, word which eyes didn't read before
Cover their eyes with astonishment.
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Gift wrapped the truth with hope
And hid soil and brooklets in his heart
Trees baring for people dates!!
Fortuitously,
On the love hills he was dead
And wasn't found out how he died!!
He's lost!
They said:
He's lost admist the corpses,
Admist the bloody tears
And he was evaporated,
Truly evaporated!!
But he's living the tale,
The letter doesn't die.
How lucky is he?
They said:
He unsheathed his sword and left.
Where to?
No one knows.
And after a period of time, they said:
A little boy dreamt of him
Sitting on the glory's throne
Covered with roses,
With eyes closed.
The heroes are older than the time,
Greater than the word we want to say.
They're the gold
The rings in boxes,
They're our enduring joy in the nation's bosom.
They're the limits which the hearts are tracing.
They're the unobstructed ways in suffering nights.
O, word which eyes didn't read before
Cover their eyes with astonishment.
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