Loaded with vices and defects,
Stigma affront and evil,
The pariah goes without soul and without affection
Traveler through the ages ...
Attached to the yoke and to the tomento
To tedium, hatreds and resentments,
Drag with deep discouragement
His vile prejudices and pains.
Fighting with fierce viciousness
The bread, the rag and the dump,
Fatal future always awaits you
Death by starvation as augury
And blind without faith, without hope
Overcome in the chaos of the West,
Skeptic looks without confidence
The red dawn of the east ...
Meanwhile, vindicts are rigged
The red libertarian banners,
What death or justice do you advise?
In books, tribunes and balustrades ...
So, I redeem for myself
The outcast, rebellious and already conscious,
Protest of the bottom of its abyss
And the light explodes under his forehead!
And execra with irrefutable sight,
The ominous yoke of their sorrows,
Tronchando of a formidable blow,
Errors, damages and chains!
And bold in the fratricidal struggle
From the iron system that brings it down,
The saints right to life
Defend in the arena of combat.
And wrapped in the glory of his idea,
Swearing the faith of his oriflama,
With his ax, his bombs and his tea
To be free and human is proclaimed!
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