D'un Temps, D'un País
D'un temps que serà el nostre,
d'un país que mai no hem fet,
cante les esperances
i plore la poca fe.
No creguem en les pistoles:
per a la vida s'ha fet l'home
i no per a la mort s'ha fet.
No creguem en la misèria,
la misèria necessària, diuen,
de tanta gent.
D'un temps que ja és un poc nostre,
d'un país que ja anem fent,
cante les esperances
i plore la poca fe.
Lluny som de records inútils
i de velles passions,
no anirem al darrera
d'antics tambors.
D'un temps que ja és un poc nostre,
d'un país que ja anem fent,
cante les esperances
i plore la poca fe.
D'un temps que ja és un poc nostre,
d'un país que ja anem fent.
Of a Time, Of a Country
Of a time that will be ours,
of a country we have never made,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Let's not believe in guns:
for life man was made
and not for death.
Let's not believe in misery,
the necessary misery, they say,
of so many people.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Far we are from useless memories
and old passions,
we will not follow
old drums.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making.