They tell us to stay on our wounded knees,

And keep praying for our people’s liberty.

Even though we always keep saying please

they are not giving us our victory.

Like this red roses they think we die;

that our silet hope has been defeated,

And that our freedom dreams are saying bye.

But we would never ever be seated;

with faith, hope, and power we always stand.

Strongly we break all the chains of our fears.

While we are waiting for our promised land,

we take the hand of all our lovely peers

and we march without any fear in our veins.

Because at the end our dream is all that remains.