Within the chest, lies the silence of centuries suppressed,
In the strangled voice gather cries of hunger, silent lamentations,
The creature transformed into machine, emotions erased in the ledger of numbers,
In exchange for labor, the soul is plundered, in each breath coagulates resentment
Beneath the ruins waits the imminent explosion.

This wrath is not a fleeting storm, but fire of congealed blood,
The eruption of fiery streams breaks the steel chains of exploitation,
Slogans of rebellion are born in the scorched heart,
Behind civilization’s golden mask perish countless lives,
Lament transforms into expanding flames, soundless—the earth trembles.

In the silent fire turn to ash the palaces of false opulence, with tears and breath,
The stifled cries of hunger and poverty merge with the river’s current,
In the scent of soil accumulates the vow of rebellion, the torch of fire,
The expanding soundless revolt awakens blood within blood,
Tears transform into the thunder’s roar history is inscribed in new struggles.