Ainsi Soit-il

Whether he be a poet businessman or thug
Whether he prays to Jesus Jehovah or Vishnu
Whether he loves the lost silence of the countryside
Or the fury of the cities it's all the same to me
Whether he be French Italian Yugoslav
As long as he has the blood of the brave

Whether he plays cards golf or poker
Whether he's on a boat in a desert
Whether he has the strength of the future within him
Or the weakness of living in memories
Whether he loves New York Paris or Singapore
As long as he knows how to love love

So be it
The one I await
Man of the year two thousand
Apprentice of time
So be it
The one I hope for
Neither a statue of clay
Nor a child of winter

May he have a heart as big as a cathedral
May he hold in his hand all the stardust
May he live day by day burning his life
Or silently listening to the rain
Whether he loves war or the farewell to the drum
As long as he knows how to love love

So be it
The one I await
Man of the year two thousand
Apprentice of time
So be it
The one I hope for
Neither a statue of clay
Nor a child of winter

So be it
The one I await
Man of the year two thousand
Apprentice of time
So be it
The one I hope for
Neither a statue of clay
Nor a child of winter

So be it
The one I await
Man of the year two thousand
Apprentice of time
So be it
The one I hope for
Neither a statue of clay
Nor a child of winter

So be it
The one I await
Man of the year two thousand
Apprentice of time
So be it
The one I hope for
Neither a statue of clay
Nor a child of winter