White Shroud

The dawn of dead dreams comes,
Tears float in waves,
Sleep consumes the conscience
The stirring of false ideals.

Don’t erase the iron stains on the soil,
Nightmares don’t sleep,
Flies in neon light
My child’s white shroud.

In the darkness of the dark night,
A thousand stars lose their light,
Precious lives were lost on the streets
Come to sing the victory song of youth.

Arrogance is the happiness of independence
The disease of terror in the blood
The country is bigger than the party, the people are bigger than the country
Far away flies, the lantern of expected happiness.