Viure

Now that I'm sad
I try to remember
through the streets
of my loneliness.
And that smell comes back to me
of burnt gunpowder
and the red of the bonfires
of the nights of Saint John!
The party in the streets
the rain of stars
April 25th
with a knot in the feelings.
Hope in the eyes
flags in the wind
and the desire to live
of my people!

Fight, create,
build popular power!
Fight, create,
build! [x2]

Now that I've returned
I retrace the paths
through the streets and squares
of the place where I grew up.
And that old bell tower
and the noise of firecrackers,
castells and giants wake me up again.
The old songs,
the new emotions
April 25th
building illusions!
Life in fists
the struggle within the skin
and the desire to live
of my people.

Fight, create,
build popular power!
Fight, create,
build! [x2]

Fight, create,
build popular power!
Fight, create,
build! [x4]