Today the red sky shines on our heads

today the red sky shines in blood our flag

In we do not need presidents

we need is to raise the head and to turn people

we are all illiterate children of who?

In the radio it passes a song

(“¿Did you to hear the falling bombs?”)

my pencil it leaves shouts of a shady future

my eyes look the hell

in dark an shout

red sky...

( Parte falada no fundo da musica )

all have in the hand the blood of red sky

the world moved

and during this night of red sky

some things if pass

at this moment education it does not matter

my medal is my sky