After all these years

We exchange glances

Flames who burn in them

Fill us with hope

Here’s to you, old comrade

To the youngest of us

If hope would leave us

We would all get crazy

But impatience is often

A bad advisor

It put on their knees

So many of our sisters and brothers

Waiting for the Great Evening

Dreaming of barricades

Some turned against themselves

All this rage

In the shadow in the shadow in the shadow

However passing time

Is not our enemy?

Because gravediggers are coming

In order to hasten the agony

Of a society which sows

Germs of rage

And which dissocialize

The last well-behaved kids

In the shadow of the states

Rancor grows

And when it will explode

I will think of Durutti

Time are exalting

The old world will bite the dust

Look around you

What is there to be saved?

 

Passing time is not our enemy

Because the system creates hordes of future rebels

And even exemplary square citizens, stuffed with ideology

Take conscience that they are beyond their tolerance level

We are not an avant-garde

We don’t want to govern

Only set our ideas in place

In order to have others inspiring themselves from them

As water penetrating the rock, and exploding it

 

Berlin Athens Paris Tunis

Tokyo Cairo Beijing London and Madrid

New-York Sydney Moscow we begin to sing

Songs, cries, tears, fear

Times for leaflets of furor

Shall the places fill themselves?

Will you be there in our hearts?

Traduction Fred Alpi

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