White hands
You raise the white hands.
You hoist black the flags.
You double the hoarse bells.
Of mourning is our land.
To voices a town calls.
The death does not do borders.
The absurd fear demands Justice in the meantime grief.
You open powers the plot.
You unite efforts and complaints.
The peace has been stolen.
The peace of the town moves away.
Jose Luís Muñoz
You hoist black the flags.
You double the hoarse bells.
Of mourning is our land.
To voices a town calls.
The death does not do borders.
The absurd fear demands Justice in the meantime grief.
You open powers the plot.
You unite efforts and complaints.
The peace has been stolen.
The peace of the town moves away.
Jose Luís Muñoz
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