Nessie School of Languages

As I am upset
I am trying to remember
along my solitude paths,
and the smell of burning
gunpowder turns up,
and the red bonfires
in the summer solstice.
Parties in the street,
thousands of stars,
on 25th April feelings
on our hearts.
Hope in our eyes,
flags in the wind,
and happy wishes of my people.

Fighting, creating, building
popular power.

As I’ve come back
I’m walking again along the streets
and squares of the village
where I grew up,
and that old belfry awakens me,
the sound of fireworks
our music and giants,
old songs, new emotions,
on 25th April building new illusions.
Life in our fists,
fight in our skin
and happy wishes of our people.

Fighting, creating, building
popular power.

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