awake

acordai, by fernando lopes graça and josé gomes ferreira - lisboa cantat choir

yesterday, the empty snail shell we call prime minister talked to the nation, sustained by the lousiest kind of journalist that exists: an empty snail shell and a ventriloquist puppet, not a journalist. here by I leave the translation of lyrics from above song, for foreigner readers; I am sure that I do not need to do the same for my countrymen, except if they are from puppet/empty shell category. In that case, please go, and do not come back.

awake, awake

sleeping man that pack villainous silences pain

come in mainly clamor plucking the flower

that still sleeps in root

awake lightning and typhoons that lie in the air

and in the crowds

come ignite the sea pebbles, the world and the hearts

with stars and songs

AWAKE!

ignite with suns and souls

this pierless sea without lighthouse guidance

and after final fightings 

awake our sleeping heroes on trenches 

awake!

Emergency, by Colectivo da Rainha