Long live the academy, long live the professors, long live the republic and he who rules it. --------- The children have already come from school a cold evening falls, like a leaf from a tree. Death aches in the heart and longs to come to us. Yet we will not fall asleep, while anyone still brushes shoulders with death while prayer in the cold winter does not fade into silence. Against force, against the current stood the children, instead of weapons, candles burned, the flame shone clearly, they endured hard times, they came of age. In torches a new world is born song, joy like an avalanche there is no hatred here it does not destroy, it does not rage. People like calm waters, but the earth trembled we walk the road of freedom with the branch of an archangel.
