The ground shakes, the war cries are heard, the wind brings their hope for victory. The bonfires fill the horizon creating their own dawn, the night lighted by their great pride.
They run through my forests, destroy my trees, converting my body in their weapons. I hear the beat of their hearts.
They fight as brothers and love the ones on their side but there are no sides on the Earth, sons of the Earth.
Because you all come from my depths, you are all brothers under the same sky, in the same paradise. The Earth talks to them as never before.
Cross my forests without fear for your Mother Earth. She will guide you in the most difficult battle: the path of life.
They cross indestructible among the shadows of my forests like men of pure heavy steel, like titans in the world, like wild beasts they write their destiny with blood.
They fight as brothers...
They fight as brothers...
Don´t let yourselves be blinded by the thirst for victory. Remember the innocence once had. Oh, remember please.
Branches of my trees stretch as arms trying to reach the peace for them. The leaves fly like messages in the wind, the earth shakes, the rivers get furious, the winds blow. But man can´t see beyond his bloody road.
But at the end I feel the blood running through my forests. I feel my land growing with the ashes of the fallen.
I write a message for my sons, everything in me cries for peace. The dance of the Earth.
And with all this shame I still hear the chant of victory of those I must recognize as sons.