We're still looking, as always, and all over again.
A spreading of wings announces the magic flight.
We come from far away, because we sensed you'd be here:
We come from here because we know that you're walking the path...
Your home, fraternity in freedom;
My fraternal home, is freedom.
We're fighting here, in our times and reduced space,
As the first step towards a longed for world, infinitely vast.
And since the tree cannot bear fruit if it has no roots
Thus, we keep looking for the right to be;
The road we've taken
Is the only one that will allow us to enter the Universe.
And beyond the oceans, we're united
By the eyes that cry with us for the tears shed by so many children...
Knowing that we don't have any tools beyond
The ones we earn in this life.
The wolves don't sleep; they lie down... We should all know it!
Their claws arrange everything around the world:
Old priests following a ancient rite of blood and terror
They expertly know how to choose the night, the knife, the place!
Ah! If we knew how to, if we could burn their secret lairs!
Or maybe, they secretly dwell within our hearts...
We should look, serenely, deep inside ourselves
As the first step to fill the Universe with light.
Your home, fraternity in freedom;
My home, fraternal freedom!
Knowing that we don't have any tools beyond
The ones we earn in this life.
And since the tree cannot bear fruit if it has no roots
Thus, we keep looking for the right to be;
The road we've taken
Is the only one that will allow us to enter the Universe.
We're still looking...
We're still looking...
And all over again...