Fa Vint Anys Que Tinc Vint Anys

It's been twenty years since I turned twenty.
Twenty years and I still have strength,
and my soul's not dead,
and I feel my blood boiling.

And I still feel capable
of singing if someone else sings.
Today, while I still have a voice
and I can still believe in gods...

I want to sing to the stones, the earth, the water,
the wheat and the path I'm walking on.
At night, in the sky, in this sea that's ours,
and to the wind that comes to kiss my face in the morning.

I want to raise my voice,
for a storm,
for a ray of sun,
or for the nightingale
that has to sing in the evening.

It's been twenty years since I turned twenty.
Twenty years and I still have strength,
and my soul's not dead,
and I feel my blood boiling.

It's been twenty years since I turned twenty.
and my heart, still, races,
for a moment of love,
or seeing a child cry...

I want to sing love. The first. The last.
The one that makes you suffer. The one you live for a day.
I want to cry with those who find themselves all alone
and without any love, they pass through the world.

I want to raise my voice,
to sing to the men
who were born standing,
who live standing,
and who die standing.

I want and I want and I want to sing
today while I still have a voice.
Who knows if I’ll be able to tomorrow.

It's been twenty years since I turned twenty.
Twenty years and I still have strength,
and my soul's not dead,
and I feel my blood boiling...