D'un Temps, D'un País

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.