He Deixat Ma Mare (O Cançó de La Mare)

I left my mother
alone
in Xàtiva on Blanc Street.

My mother who always
waits
for me to return as before.

I left brothers and friends
who love me
and wait, like my mother,
for me to return as before.

I came here
because I believe I can tell you,
in my battered language,
words and deeds
that still unite us.

Words and deeds
that still make us feel
men among men.

Words and deeds
that still unite us
in the fight against fear,
in the fight against blood,
in the fight against pain,
in the fight against hunger.

In the always necessary fight
against what separates us
and makes us feel
all strangers.

I left my mother
and my brothers.

I left friends and home
and all those who wait
for me to return as before.

And I believe I did right.
And I believe I did right.

I know, I know, I know, I know
that I will return to Blanc Street.

But now here,
But now here,
I also believe it's my home,
and I believe I can tell you,
with an open heart,
to all of you: brothers.

Brothers.