Rí Rá

No compromising with your life,
there is only one who writes the ending
and the script to the Rí Rá (uproar).
Uprising, you listen to know one but yourself.
Utilizing, you take each second by the throat.
Now we rise over them all.
Over words that say you're no one.
Take each day and live like the last.
Burn to the ground each tie to the past.
Don't listen now to the turn of their lies,
from your first breath you were born to rise.
Rising high, over the hill,
over fields, over the sea.
Rising high they can't bring you down
as you soar over treacherous ground.
Uprising, there is no way that they'll keep us down.
They'll watch us burning, watch us thrive on the rí rá.
There is no way you'll keep us down
'cause we thrive on the rí rá.