And you roll off the first
slab, oh my musical violin,
and love springs out of
the tomb like firstborn and
it re-blooms. And you roll off
the second gravestone, oh
violin, and behold here
our Motherland comes, thrice
revered among the revered
and you roll off the third
slab, oh my musical violin,
and behold all the Gods
come out of their darkness
all our Gods creating miracles.
Orchards bloom and open
their arms to Love, castles let
their thunder echo, here’s
Motherland, rejuvenate all
you altars, now they all turn
immortal: the world creators
and the world creating Music.
Libros Libertad 