Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Verse 1]
For us, the younger generation
There is but only one cause,
The cause of social and national liberation
Inherited from the old generations
[Verse 2]
When we were younger and not old enough
We heard the songs of the coming revolution,
We heard the rich cursing, haunted but by one thought -
The vision of impending revolution.
[Verse 3]
Fathers brought home the thoughts of their mates
Excited discussions coated with secret joy
In anticipation of the day when exploitation will end.
The dream of our fathers and mothers - the seething volcano.
[Verse 4]
We saw the faces of workers lit up only
When they again received the news
Of the impending revolution - of the new world.
Those days we spent plotting the old world s destruction.
[Verse 5]
The dream - without exploitation and wage-slavery,
Dream of the dignity of the working man,
Of the producer - the modern proletariat -
The gravedigger of the bourgeoisie.
[Verse 6]
Red flags, hot tempers, manifestos of revolutionary change,
The blueprint of the new world, according to the inherent laws,
Clenched fists, fearlessly advancing against the bayonets,
Unshakeable and undefeated, the old generation bequeathed us revolution.
[Verse 7]
The dream of the progressive - the enlightened,
Of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin -
Of Marxist-Leninists, of workers of all countries,
This dream propels the wheel of history.
[Verse 8]
We are the younger generation - young and fresh and new -
The generations dream has been passed down to us,
With the added revolutionary drive -
That makes us yearn and work for revolution tirelessly.
[Verse 9]
We the new generation - we the future on which
Our fathers and mothers, proletarians, progressives,
Oppressed and all those who care - hold high hopes.
The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.
The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.
For us, the younger generation
There is but only one cause,
The cause of social and national liberation
Inherited from the old generations
[Verse 2]
When we were younger and not old enough
We heard the songs of the coming revolution,
We heard the rich cursing, haunted but by one thought -
The vision of impending revolution.
[Verse 3]
Fathers brought home the thoughts of their mates
Excited discussions coated with secret joy
In anticipation of the day when exploitation will end.
The dream of our fathers and mothers - the seething volcano.
[Verse 4]
We saw the faces of workers lit up only
When they again received the news
Of the impending revolution - of the new world.
Those days we spent plotting the old world s destruction.
[Verse 5]
The dream - without exploitation and wage-slavery,
Dream of the dignity of the working man,
Of the producer - the modern proletariat -
The gravedigger of the bourgeoisie.
[Verse 6]
Red flags, hot tempers, manifestos of revolutionary change,
The blueprint of the new world, according to the inherent laws,
Clenched fists, fearlessly advancing against the bayonets,
Unshakeable and undefeated, the old generation bequeathed us revolution.
[Verse 7]
The dream of the progressive - the enlightened,
Of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin -
Of Marxist-Leninists, of workers of all countries,
This dream propels the wheel of history.
[Verse 8]
We are the younger generation - young and fresh and new -
The generations dream has been passed down to us,
With the added revolutionary drive -
That makes us yearn and work for revolution tirelessly.
[Verse 9]
We the new generation - we the future on which
Our fathers and mothers, proletarians, progressives,
Oppressed and all those who care - hold high hopes.
The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.
The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.