Companys, no és això

It wasn't this, comrades, it wasn't this
for what so many flowers died,
for what we cried so many longings.
Maybe we need to be brave again
and say no, my friends, this is not it.

This is not it, comrades, this is not it,
not words of peace with clubs,
not the trade made with our rights,
rights that exist, that neither make nor break
new bars in the form of laws.

This is not it, comrades, this is not it;
they will tell us that now we must wait.
And we wait, we certainly wait.
It's the waiting of those who will not stop
until it is necessary to say: this is not it.