Talking Of Power And Love

Between all my torments between death and

Between my despair and the reason for

There is injustice and this evil of

That I cannot accept there is my

There are the blood-coloured fighters of

There are the sky-coloured fighters of

The bread the blood the sky and the right to

For all the innocents who hate

The light is always close to

Life always ready to become

But spring is reborn that is never done withA bud lifts from dark and the warmth

And the warmth will have the right of the

Their atrophied senses will not resistI hear the fire talk lightly of coolnessI hear a man speak what he has not

You who were my flesh’s sensitive

You I love forever you who made

You will not tolerate oppression or

You’ll sing in dream of earthly

You’ll dream of freedom and I’ll continue you