Dira t'on encore

Will they say again "I didn't believe
That my voice could matter"?
Will they say again "I didn't believe
That my voice defended my rights"?
Will they say again "I didn't believe
That this right was a duty"?
Again and again, here they are
And sometimes it's already too late!

Do they come like they haunt walls?
Only 50 years old, already they're crumbling
And they become the songs of hate
The darkest gossip
In the name of blood, in a chorus
The slogans are no longer whispers

By skies and mountains, the old demons watch us
From catacombs in the shadow of our steps
And if in man, a fool sleeps, from his reserve
If he comes out, condors he will be the meal
Don't see them, they are there
Don't see them, they are there
Hover and fall on the prey

Will they say again "I didn't believe
That they would tarnish history"?
Will they say again "I didn't believe
That we were opening Pandora's box"?
Will they say again "I didn't believe
That they dreamed of wrath and glory"?
Again and again, we are here
Do they know why so many have died?

Must they come like dragging a wound?
The wound barely open and the hyenas come running
The fortune tellers
The obscene pitchmen
Who reassure and comfort
The good people of good stock

Must we have our faces shoved in it
To feel what is extreme?
Must we hang the hanged
To finally understand
That freedom is a right
And that it's well worth it
To honor those who wanted it
Against those who corrupt it?

Will they say one day "I didn't think
But they thought for me"?
Will they say one day "I didn't believe"?
Will they say one day "I didn't believe"?