Who would ever have thought,
That all the times that we fought,
Unready and unsteady
Like a bridge about to collapse
And relapse into the hands of the river,
Walking with a fast pace,
Not willing to wait in any case,
Remembering the colour of the face,
That in reverse never won a race
Now no matter the face
As we were born to lead and never yield
Together as one we shall conquer.