Raise the willing arm and let the red flag fly
Let the wind-thrashed flapping be our song
Shout the thrilling words: “The struggle is nigh!”
The land of Soviets by traitors let die
The land of the Long March prolong
Raise the willing arm and let the red flag fly
In buildinged tunnels echoed voices cry
The wisdom without of the throng
Shout the thrilling words: “The struggle is nigh!”
Grasp that flag pole and thrust it high
The banners there, move them along
Raise the willing arm and let the red flag fly
You’ll be welcome here at work where work means we try
The people’s great cause to belong
Shout the thrilling words, “The struggle is nigh!”
The great storm will come without asking why
We must stand as the vanguard’s prong:
Raise the willing arm and let the red flag fly
Shout the thrilling words: “The struggle is nigh!”
"We are free to be free
ReplyDeleteTo make our own destiny
To shine like the sun
To become one
To hide under the moon
Under in the gloom
To run with the deer
To make worry disappear
To listen and to hear
To love and to fear
To make our minds be clear
To laugh and to cheer
To travel and to steer
In the path we have chosen
To be hot or cold or even frozen
We are free to be free
To make our own destiny
And to look back from the finish line
And to shout with joy and not to whine."
By Daniel Hooks
Blog: Brasil! Brasil!
www.nogueirajr.blogspot.com