Cançó d'amor a la llibertat

I don't know how, Freedom,
we have dressed your image in time;
for not having known you
we have offered love songs
to make you a little less absent.
Freedom,
this chained lady who is waiting for us.

And your name, Freedom,
little by little they cheapen it, my love;
kowing ourselves in love,
shadows of your body come
to calm our ancient thirst,
but that's not you.
Freedom,
this chained lady who is waiting for us.

And maybe, Freedom,
you are a dream made flag, it doesn't matter.
We will always shout your name
as if living was only
being a pilgrim to your source.
Freedom,
this chained lady who is waiting for us.