Kelmti Horra (My Word Is Free)

We are free men who are not afraid,

we are the secrets that never die,

and we are the voice of those who resist,

in their chaos, we are the flash of light.

I am the right of the oppressed,

snatched up by dogs

looting the daily bread

and closing doors to shut off the rush of ideas.

I am part of the free and unafraid,

I am the secrets that never die,

I am the voice of those who do not give up,

I am free and my word is free.

I am free and my word is free.

Don’t forget the price of the bread,

don’t forget he who sowed in us the seed of sorrow,

don’t forget he who betrayed us.

I am part of the free and unafraid,

I am the secrets that never die,

I am the voice of those who do not give up,

I am the secret of the red rose,

a redness that was worshiped for years,

and whose perfume was buried

in a day.

it came out, its veil ablaze

to summon all free men.

I am a star in the dark,

I am a thorn in the oppressor’s throat,

I am the wind, fueled by the fire,

I am the soul of those who do not forget,

I am the voice of those who do not die.

From iron, I make clay,

with which I shape a new idyll

Which becomes birds

which becomes houses

which becomes the wind and the rain.

I am the free of the united world,

from cartridges I rise.