The Flight of the Flies

This is not a fall but a new direction, carved with the
stones of the persecutions. Rebels at home, let’s
play a new role. The flowers of all springs blessed
the revolution. A storm full of sand falls as executions.
Let’s start again, a new movement. Let’s take
it back. Let’s take it on and on. Vultures of the
street turn death into anger, wolves at the door
smell the fear in your bed… Never surrender. Never
surrender. The power of the people can make all
things happen, why should we stop and forget our
anger? Never surrender. Never surrender.