1
Our horses galloped foaming
to the calm sea.

2
What is this flight? Is it the dove's
joy of freedom?

3
It was forbidden to kiss, did you know
forbidden to think
forbidden to defend the work force.

4
They've picked the fruit from the tree
and they sell it in the market
for as much as they can get,
labor's broken branches on the ground.

5
Light is blinding, they say
and freedom is explosive.
Arsonists smash our lamps
and with oily rags set fire to freedom.

As soon as we reach out, they want an explosion
and they want us to catch fire when we light the flame.
There are minefields
bread and water wait in the darkness.

6
Freedom has hands
eyes, feet;
to wipe the bloody sweat
to look at tomorrows
heading straight for equality.

7
I'm the cage, you are the ivy;
tangle, tangle as much as you are able!

8
Love of freedom is this:
once you're tempted there's no escape
it's a habit that never gets old
a dream that is truer than reality.

9
The historic flow of brave herdsmen
the workers, bees of the universe's beehive;
milling round black bread
brothers who bring freedom to our world.
By that bread the mind is roused from sleep
our endless night dawns with that bread;
people attain independence with that sun.

10
This hope is the door to freedom
half-open to happy days.
This joy is the light of happy days
gently, timidly, its rays strike us.

Come people of my land, show yourselves
like a budding branch at the door of freedom
and behind you the sky is brotherly blue.

Translated by. Richard McKane