You who have been insulted one day for defending your freedom
Stop thinking about those who tore your thoughts, let them go
Stop regretting about your past, you have fought for a better life
Just think that in this world there are those who are dying for freedom
Come with me, give me your hand
We’ll sing, we’ll sing
So that all over the world
May offences against freedom come to an end
Listen to me, dear brother, somewhere away, over there
There are men who stood up but have been locked up for eternity
Without being able to defend their ideas, they have been killed without mercy
They were many proud men and they died for freedom
Come with me, give me your hand
We’ll sing, we’ll sing
So that all over the world
May offences against freedom come to an end
Therefore, I tell you: never stop fighting
We’ll sing for our brothers, forever disconsolate over there
May our voices jump beyond frontiers, not even lead may stop them
To make them hear climbing up to the sky, you must fight, you must fight
Come with me, give me your hand
We’ll sing, we’ll sing
So that all over the world
May offences against freedom come to an end
I promise I'll go back to regular posting soon. It's just that lately... music has made talking about it a whole lot easier.
Note: I'm not part of any independentism group, nor any political activism, whether it's Corsica's or any other place that is under the rule of a bigger power. I'm just your average Jane.
But those songs of independence echo my own. They echo what I have been doing for a while, actually: exiting an environment that was keeping me trapped.
I've gone through an impossible amount of things between October/November and now. My entire life changed, and... I may see her again, too. The one I love.
Things will not stop changing this year, I'm afraid. But is it for the worse or the better?
For once. It may be the for the better. At least Pluto is done sodomizing my Mars and will be leaving Neptune in a while, even if... wait before sir goes for my Uranus, South Node, and the likes...
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