Perhaps at break of dawn
Learn the bitter lesson
from those who have brought you
the gift of a light beat
of the wind of freedom.
Remember the coldness
of an old heart that's stopped.
You won't tarnish the flower,
the name of freedom.
Watch by night, shepherd,
the light sleep of the flock,
keep the high flame
of the fire of freedom.
I see splendours of words
worm-eaten by darkness.
You want clear clean paths,
all of you and I.
The shine of subtle snares,
cold decoys of fear.
We don't tolerate tricks
neither you nor I.
Upright in the east,
we fill the great emptiness
of dead years with a new song:
all of you and I.
Autor(es): Salvador Espriu, Raimon
