Creceremos

The swallows will not prevent it
Nor broken windows, nor new moons
Nor all the scaffolding, nor the ants
Nor flowers, nor heresies, nor beehives

The butterflies will not prevent it
Nor the soldiers, nor the springs
Not even denying it, Alberto at home
At home, not even denying it where they believe you

The platform will not prevent it
Nor the corner
Nor the fear of the virgin if it darkens, nor the smoke of the streets and drizzle
Nor the song of summer if it gets dark

Neither the false friend nor the one who feeds the trap and torture will prevent it
Nor the small cold-handed thief
Nor the terrible Don Juan with a tough face

The moralists will not prevent it
Nor the indiscreet charm of the spell, nor absent millionaires
Nor climbers nor aspirants to the executioner's axe

The bandits will not prevent it
Nor the gallant lawyer of little flight
Nor inquisitors, nor party poopers
Nor eternal sowers of poison

The enemies will not prevent it
Nor attentive praised sportsmen
Nor tender bureaucrats, nor rotten ones
Nor heirs, nor misguided apostles

From the valley to the sky, neither kings of honor, nor journalists
Nor former comedians
Nor liars
Nor law students
Nor alchemists will prevent it

The generals will not prevent it
Nor adorable perverted maidens
Nor appealable judicial processes
Nor dogs, nor kites, nor murderers

Neither the forbidden nor convinced and bewitched boyfriends will prevent it

The solitudes will not prevent it
Despite autumn, we will grow, we will grow