The fire of justice, the fire of change, the fire of revolution, the fire of progress—

It is not just a memory; it is a promise.

A promise that our hands shape every single day.

Look at our lands, our souls, our dreams:

They rise anew, proud and powerful, like ebony under the sun (…)

Le feu de justice, le feu du changement, le feu de la révolution, le feu du progrès qui devrait nous animer,

N'est pas qu'un souvenir, mais une promesse,

Une promesse que nos mains façonnent chaque jour.

Regarde nos terres, nos âmes, nos rêves :

Ils renaissent, fiers, puissants, comme l'ébène au soleil (…)

How does it feel to be a white person,
Who doesn’t know they are a white person,
Who have denied Alkebulan and its people…

Hopeful, I see your people rise, rising to defy their evil,
Empowering each other, fighting towards their liberation.

Shameful, I reprimand myself for forgetting you,
Alkebulan’s fighters, citizens, soldiers, people, men and women…

Yeah, you’ve got that determination,
Bold enough, but lack precision,
You’ve got a lot more to see,
Just widen your perspective.

O countrymen, my fellows,
Clearing their eyes to see better,
All in All, the interconnection,
The true complexity…

Now You Got Up, O Powerful Human,
Long is the way to victory but You never will be alone,
We are all in this fight, and with only “I and I” in mind we shall win,
O My people, How We long to see that day…