Merely under human reach
Those turns, the bonds,
The unshaken ties,
The tunes, the silence on heaven to reachThe green, the golden, all the crispy merry,
The reflection, the glare
Of the floating ferry.
Trembled with tremors,
Shaken with terrors,
Blurred visions
From the patched up mirrors.
Now,
Down the structures are,
Down with the jungle of steels,
Down the slopes are; with
The white, the green, the golden
Sliding down the steeps.
The heritage, our strength
And love in our heart.
The courage and hope
Those paths apart.
Sides we take,
And sides that take us.
With nature at insolence,
Is turning us down, breaking all up...
Or shall we rise, without a fall.
With claps of praise, love and courage,
Thuds of boots, sweats of labor,
Tears of accomplishment...
All ringing at our own resonance.
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