If there was no sadness

If it weren't for sadness, I would have built a racetrack

I raced the bird that flew in space

I asked him about the state of my country, and the sky was a collapsing river

The clouds drowned me with heavy rain

So tell me: Are there secrets in the sky that fate reveals

Or is it waiting for the tears to overflow and the sight to dim?

Come on, tell me what's happening, am I really the one all eyes are on

Or has the night of sadness stolen my sleep and put me to the test?

Come on, bleed me My blood is falling like crystal in extinction

And my dreams have become soldiers for a land that defied fire

And rained down blows on colonialism

We can no longer be patient, soldiers of the homeland

Let us declare that the race with the enemy awaits the whistle of the trees

Let us be the torch of hope that lit the tunnel at the end of the day

And let us steal from my dreams a mass of destruction

Let us glorify the land that colonialism stole

And let us build it in memory of the martyr who is lost in his grave

And let us sing, O rose, a tune that makes us forget that the enemy is cunning

And seeks to destroy our land, what destruction?

We, the resistance, will revolt like a hurricane

And we will not compromise with the soldiers of colonialism

And we will not compromise and crush with sandals like flowers

Let us sing, O birds, and repeat the tune of the revolutionaries

For the time has come to defeat the treacherous enemy

Let us return home now and declare victory

If it weren't for sadness, joy would have invaded the home and changed the course