The trampled flowers

The trampled flowers

The trampled flowers

They bleed along the border

They hear the choruses being sung

On our hills

A country that binds to the heart

it does not die or drag

Nor does it raise its curtain

How a heart does not bend!

We would have left a segment

Where to let our naivety speak!

Which the flower likes as a beautiful continuity

We would have spared the people any dismay

My sweet poor humanity!

How I would like to give you every comfort

The truth is that no one is wrong!

Scream, scream, the truth ...

Trampled flowers have a heart

How men bow to terror