Dawn of youth

Summer's flaming gardens, winds deep and seeded,

clouds curved dark, and houses sliced ​​by light.

Tiredness that came over us from desolate nights,

deliciously tended, withered like flowers that one breaks.

So for new days strengthened, we stretch our arms,

shaken by incomprehensible laughter, like power that builds up,

like columns of troops, restless after the alarm has been called,

when high and awaiting the day blues over the east.

The flags are waving loudly, we have made a violent decision,

a shock went through us, distress cried, we roll swollen,

we poured into the streets of the cities like a storm tide

And wash away the ruins of a shattered world.

We sweep the power and overthrow the thrones of the ancients,

We laughingly offer decayed crowns for sale.

We have cleaved open the doors of whimpering casemates

And throw open the gates of infamous prisons.

Now the crowds of exiles are coming, they straighten their backs,

We plant weapons in their hands, which are terribly cramping, Angry

delight blazes from red stands,

And barricades are being piled up, surrounded by glowing shouts.

Glorified by morning, we are the promised bright ones , our

hair tangled by young Messiah crowns,

shining new worlds leap from our foreheads,

fulfillment and things to come, days, stormy flags

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