It was a dark night, full of fights, as if the sun will never rise br The bullets were passing beside me, but I couldn't realize br All the people were afraid, , I was trying to resist anywise br The voice of freedom rises high in the souls of the arise br The life of the oppressors, was walking anticlockwise br The voice of injustice blinked away, like its form analyse br br The devil thought and thought, how can I make a plan, br to stop that voice, to regain everything without complain br the birds began to sing, voice of freedom returned again br to prevail the happiness again, , to resist suffering pain. br The sun which we thought that it will never rise again. br it rises to remove steps of a man made it without vain.