De Un Tiempo, De Un País

From a time that will be ours, from a country we have never made, I sing the hopes and cry for the little faith. Let's not believe in guns: man was made for life and not for death. Let's not believe in misery: the necessary misery, they say, of so many people. From a time that is already a bit ours, from a country we are already building, I sing the hopes and cry for the little faith. We are far from useless memories and old passions, we will not follow old drums. From a time that is already a bit ours, from a country we are already building, I sing the hopes and cry for the little faith. From a time that is already a bit ours, from a country we are already building, I sing the hopes and cry for the little faith. From a time that is already a bit ours, from a country we are already building.