September

It happened in a windy day
The pasture got red and the sky got grey
The Captain rests on his father's land

He remembered of the words of the ancients
When he came back from the war:
"A people without virtue shall be turned into slaves!"

The eternal soldier remembers the general's death
and he doesn't forgot the days he lived
or the battles that he fought

The beloved freedom of this land
doesn't exist for the Captain anymore
Doomed to be brave, to be a hero
He is now a prisoner of the war

Death to the Emperor!
Yet child, rules the world
Death to the Soldiers
those who die flagless and young

Without memory and without life
he remembers of a nation
He knows for what was the fight
a republic born in September
And lives since the end of the Empire