I’m walking away from you every day a little more
We are some few, and the fight is killing us more than ever
I’m writing to tell you that our campaign will remain free
Their uniforms are blue, tomorrow their sky will be grey
Every day I imagine coming back to you
Then I pray, my Lord, let it be true
I’ll choose my destiny
In the blood and the pain, in the obscurity
Every day I imagine coming back to you
Then I pray, my Lord, let it be true
I’ll choose my destiny
In the blood and the pain, in the obscurity
