Mother, o' mother sing us a symphony of vivid colours,
Sing us, may we forget what we painted in black and white,
Monotonous lives we built and left uncoloured,
Sing us, oscillate thy lyre, so we decide to depict life bright,
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Roses bloom pink where the black is imposed
Murmurs read us melodies of revolutionary compose
All mighty deities fall when fire of uniformed hatered is exposed
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