Look girl, it's past three
They've called and I know very well who it is
They are demons coming for me
Get to safety, they will come for you
More shots at dawn
Killers who kill when they can't convince
Because they can't see

They killed them for not giving up
Their fight for freedom
And in ditches they let their dreams fly

Many thousands fell later
With their blood they wanted to erase
Not knowing that you can't kill an idea

In the years of repression
The silence, the cries and the humiliation
Like a curse
They never tried to understand
Only weapons spoke to silence
Because they can't see

Their intention was always to exterminate
Anyone who could think
That in the genes of man is freedom
And forced to never forget
So that they live in eternity
We will shout their names to adversity

In the ditches
Flowers bloom
From the seeds of a better world
In the ditches
The letters die
In the ditches the pain persists

And now I'm going to tell the after
They lied to us in bad faith
The super transition was finally coming
(Under supervision)
The banks, the judges, the torturers
(and the military)
The church also joined
By the grace of God

They shoehorned us with their shoehorn
As head of state to the Bourbon
And the little Francoist bug also sneaked in
And now it abounds in every institution
In the press or on television
Whitewashing the fascism that never died

In the ditches
Flowers bloom
From the seeds of a better world
In the ditches
The letters die
In the ditches the pain persists

The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive
The beast is still alive

The beast is still alive here
The beast is still alive here
The beast is still alive
Here
The beast is still alive here
The beast is still alive here
The beast is still alive
Here

In the ditches
Flowers bloom
From the seeds of a better world
In the ditches
The letters die
In the ditches the pain persists

In the ditches
Sanity died
With bullets of hatred
Of unreason
In our minds
In our hearts
Flowers grow
Of a better world

Go ahead

In our minds
In our hearts
Flowers grow
Of a better world

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