Make way to those who are coming,
Heralds of the Future and Hope!
May not even one barrier skews their march
through the streets and paths that lie asleep.
Look at them raising up from deepest abysses
where the memory gave the last
howl before falling cut off for ever.
Look at them to bring the fire burning
in the blaze of that life we thought was dead.
Don't you see their eyes open on a land
stepmother of blinds and one-eyed ones?
Don't you see their hands open there where
some fists had crushed our chest?
Don't you hear their hearts breathing
a passionate blast into the cold night
where we had wrecked far away
beyond the waiting and remembrance?
Make way to those who are coming,
Heralds of the Future and Hope!
May not even be left one stone on another
to resist under their shouts and singings.
Run to the streets from the youngest to the oldest,
let them pass in front of every door,
beneath every roof.
Because the dawn time
is coming behind them, disheveled
and delayed to the appointment
of those who are already walking to the sun
without any license nor restraining.
Alas to those who dare to forge them chains!
Alas to those who dare to break their bones!
Because the spilled blood,
like a river falling off a cliff
from the arcs of the heaven itself, will howl:
"JUSTICE!, DIGNITY!, PEOPLE!".
Make way to those who are coming,
Heralds of the Future and Hope!
