Need I remind anyone again that armed struggle is an act of love
Nananana nananana nanana
Yes need I remind anyone again that armed struggle is an act of love
Nananana nananana nanana
Halala ho hom
Halala ho hom
Halala ho hom
Halala ho hom
I might break into a song
Like the blues man or troubadour
And in from long distance in no blues club
I might say baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
Should I now stop singing about love
Now that my memory is surrounded by blood
Sister why or why do we at times mistake a pimple for a cancer
Nananana nananana nanana
So who are they who say no more love poems now?
I want to sing my song of love
For that woman who jumped fences pregnant and gave birth to a healthy child
Nananana nananana nanana
Softly I walk into this embrace of this fire
That will ignite my love song
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
Oh when I try to run away from song
I heard the persistent voice more powerful then the enemy bombs
Demanding the song that washed our lives in rains of our blood
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love
My song of life
My song of love