Flames Of Freedom

For the ruling class our culture
And the lyrics are dead, while in the
Hands of the people are life and multiply
In flames of freedom

For the ruling class it is dead, because it
They become deaf before the clamor of the people, and turn
Blind to their needs, but the people
It's all the rage, and through cultural manifestations
They say what the ruling class wants to cover up

For the ruling class our culture
And the lyrics are dead, while in the
Hands of the people are life and multiply
In flames of freedom

Culture in the hands of the people is called, a
Flame of hope and struggle, a flame of
Love and cry, for what is truly fair
And they cry out in their demonstrations, justice

For the ruling class our culture
And the lyrics are dead, while in the
Hands of the people are life and multiply
In flames of freedom