D'un Temps, D'un País
Raimon
Of a Time, Of a Country
Of a time that will be ours,
of a country we have never made,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Let's not believe in guns:
for life man was made
and not for death.
Let's not believe in misery,
the necessary misery, they say,
of so many people.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Far we are from useless memories
and old passions,
we will not follow
old drums.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making,
sing the hopes
and cry for the little faith.
Of a time that is already a bit ours,
of a country we are already making.
