O Mary! Today again
You bring merry to the crying mountains
O Let me celebrate the power of your punch
Let me forget today these streets of protest
Let them be filled with flowers and laughters
Let the roads be adorned
with the splendor of victory
Let me gulp down these tears of joy
Very rarely I get to see them
in the eyes of my folks
Tired skies
Burst forth with the thunder of applause
Laboured hours
now returned with promises
O Mary! teach my generation your footsteps
all they know is how to die in the streets
under the leather boots.
Body nourished with stone and earth
Let it shatter striking whips
Skin and sweat
simmers with leftover meals
mixes with dreams
consumed in sudden pangs of hunger
Every morsel grew in your blood
Renders fragrant the scent of dreams
