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The worls
is our shaking jungle
we long for more sincere and more cordial
and if it is brave the roar in the conquest
wrmer is the hand in freindship. Bis
(choir)
To
the air the mane that blaze
romantic flan of peace
that
push foward with praise to the future
as a fraternal flame. Bis
The
noble, the simple and generous
with the feline walk we must seed
the sum of one day and another
reach the glorious eternity Bis
(choir)
To
the air the mane that blaze
romantic flan of peace
that
push foward with praise to the future
as a fraternal flame. Bis |