death of hope

"United Fruit Company, they don't know what happened, they thought there were pirates coming, so they gave up plundering this planet,

We chose a place with good wind and water,
Buried the dead folks, as well as the guerrillas who died in battle,
The location is remote, the scenery is elegant, no one bothers you,

Comrades continue to come with the bones or relics of their comrades-in-arms to help them bury them in peace.

Over the years, more and more tombs spread all over the mountains and plains, becoming what it is today.

Behold, these are the unyielding and defiant warriors,
Their resting place.

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We followed the bearded Fidel everywhere to fight the injustice,

Fight against corporations, warlords, pirates, gangster tribes...

Help the poor to break free from the shackles,
Fidel died in battle, and we brought him back here to bury him.

His younger brother, Raul Castro continues to lead the team,

The enemy regards us as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh, and the intensity of encirclement and suppression is getting bigger and bigger...

We had no choice but to hide in the mountains and hide everywhere, hungry and full.

My baby was born in that difficult environment,
There are always people who can't stand such a hard life. People, it is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Traitors betrayed our position, guerrilla camps were bombed by warplanes,
Martha's lung was pierced by shrapnel,
die in my arms...

Her body couldn't be transported here, so she could only be rolled up with straw and buried near the sacrifice site.

Back here, Raul erected a cenotaph for her,

He said that in this way, Martha would be with her comrades forever.

Not long after, another traitor betrayed him, and Raúl Castro was poisoned...

We brought back Raúl's ashes and buried them next to his brother Fidel, the brothers were reunited.

Our team seems to be at the end of the road,
It was wiped out in pieces, scattered in various colonies, and it did not form a large scale.

Who would have thought that, if you put it to death and then survive, decline is the beginning of prosperity.

Those seeds of indomitable, rebellious...began to take root.

In Novosibirsk, Vladimir managed to capture the company's port.

In Pandora, Patricia pitched his new idea to the miners,

In Havana, the hometown of the bearded Fidel,

Seeing the brutality of the company, the young Qi Guwale packed his bags and set off.
Another ten years passed,
The old guerrillas who fought under the bearded Fidel once again gathered around Chi Guwale...

Steady and steady, establish a base, publicize ideas...

Their end is the same,
Those who can be transported back will be buried, and those who cannot be transported will be erected.

Comrade Zi Guwale died,
The leader of the rebel army in Buzina Faso, Major Thomas Sankara continues to lead everyone forward,

Our thoughts cannot be killed or suppressed.

We won't stop fighting,

Whenever a comrade sacrifices,
Someone will pick up the red flag on the ground,
kiss her,
and move on...

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Comrade Sankara is rebuilding the Greenhill base,

It's a pity that I'm too old to move~
Back to my homeland,

Became a grave keeper.

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