Текст и перевод песни Cesk Freixas - Hosanna

Hosanna

Serà com sempre haurem pensat,
Hereus dels detalls, fills de l'atzar.
Dóna'm la vida, la poesia és l'únic Déu;
Damunt la barca, dels carrers que haurem cremat.
Allà on Verdi comença el seu caminar,
El Sol arriba, lent, escales avall.
Vindrà el dia, amor, i portarà els teus ulls,
A les trinxeres de les places sense nom.

Ens trobarem algun dimarts,
Potser a Diamant, i jo tornaré a fumar.
Canviarem el món, l'ordre del poder,
Serem un sol govern d'ulls, instants i mans.

Serem el puny tancat, ciutats que acaben en a i l'eternitat;
La lluita contra els necis, l'abraçada infinita i temps aturat.

Em miraràs i callarem;
"La vida és ara", i dir ara és dir només.
Serem el crit fins que perdem la nostra veu,
Guerrillera, solidària; guanyarem.

Mare de pàtria sense estat,
No marxis encara.
Arrela en la terra que t'espera
Al sud de les teves mans.

Noves maneres de caminar,
No marxis encara.
Teu és el Sol que il·lumina la cambra,
Guerrillera, solidària; guanyarem.

Serem el puny tancat, ciutats que acaben en a i l'eternitat;
La lluita contra els necis, aliances de guerra i temps aturat.

Hosanna

It will be as we have always thought,
Heirs to the details, children of chance.
Give me life, poetry is the only God;
On the boat, of the streets that we have burned.
Where Verdi begins to walk,
The sun arrives, slowly, down the stairs.
The day will come, love, and bring your eyes,
To the trenches of the unnamed squares.

We will meet some Tuesday,
Perhaps in Diamant, and I will smoke again.
We will change the world, the order of power,
We will be a single government of eyes, moments, and hands.

We will be the clenched fist, cities ending in a and eternity;
The fight against the fools, the infinite embrace and time stopped.

You will look at me and we will be silent;
"Life is now", and to say now is to say only.
We will be the cry until we lose our voice,
Guerrilla, solidarity; we will win.

Mother of a homeland without a state,
Don't leave yet.
Take root in the land that awaits you
In the south of your hands.

New ways of walking,
Don't leave yet.
Yours is the sun that illuminates the room,
Guerrilla, solidarity; we will win.

We will be the clenched fist, cities ending in a and eternity;
The fight against the fools, alliances of war and time stopped.