Mom, don't wear black,
Don't mourn for me,
Just weave me a wreath.
from olive and laurel
and embroidered a white ribbon
written in red
like a red rose
like the heart's blood,
Don't let the wind blow it away.
neither rain nor time,
let the fighters see it
to grow hope,
lighthouse to become eternal
to illuminate the Road:
The young man fell for FREEDOM, asking for it,
He stood perfectly upright, proud in front of the tanks,
He did not bow down to death, he did not bow down to fear,
A sacrifice became sacred so that the HOMELAND could be resurrected!
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