Literature:Canto a la libertad

Source

Spanish

English

Habrá un día en que todos al levantar la vista, veremos una tierra, que ponga libertad. Hermano aquí mi mano, será tuya mi frente, y tu gesto de siempre caerá sin levantar huracanes de miedo ante la libertad Haremos el camino en un mismo trazado, uniendo nuestros hombros para así levantar a aquellos que cayeron gritando libertad Habrá un día en que todos al levantar la vista, veremos una tierra, que ponga libertad. Sonarán las campanas desde los campanarios y los campos desiertos volverán a granar unas espigas altas dispuestas para el pan. Para un pan que en los siglos nunca fue repartido entre todos aquellos que hicieron lo posible por empujar la historia hacia la libertad Habrá un día en que todos al levantar la vista, veremos una tierra, que ponga libertad. También será posible que esa hermosa mañana ni tú, ni yo, ni el otro la lleguemos a ver; pero habrá que forzarla para que pueda ser. Que sea como un viento que arranque los matojos surgiendo la verdad, y limpie los caminos de siglos de destrozos contra la libertad. Habrá un día en que todos al levantar la vista, veremos una tierra, que ponga libertad.

There will come a day when all of us, as we lift our eyes to see, will gaze upon a land, freedom being its name. Brother, take my hand in yours, my brow will be yours too, and your familiar gesture will fall without a sound, no hurricanes of fear will rise before freedom. We’ll walk along the path as one, our steps in perfect stride, joining shoulder to shoulder in order to lift up those who fell with freedom on their lips. There will come a day when all of us, as we lift our eyes to see, will gaze upon a land freedom being its name. Many bells shall ring in towers from up high, and the barren fields will bear grain anew, with tall stalks of wheat, to be turned into bread. Bread that was never shared, through centuries gone by, among those who did what was on their hand to change history in freedom's name. There will come a day when all of us, as we lift our eyes to see, will gaze upon a land freedom being its name. It may also happen, that on that lovely morning, neither you nor I nor any of us will be there to witness but we shall bring it forth to make that day arrive. Let it be like a sweeping wind that pulls the thorny brush, and brings the truth to light, clearing all the paths of centuries of scars against the freedom’s fight. There will come a day when all of us, as we lift our eyes to see, will gaze upon a land freedom being its name.

External links

• October 2006 live recording of the song

Translations

Guimin

Къӏэнырг Дәрруътиъ

Guimin

English

О̄м гӯътӏиъ сә вӣ виъсм, оккӏыс митиъ дэиъминтӏ, гьӣкьӏигъ дыкӏәнтӏиъгьэды дәрруъсы ниминсы. Кисәр митиъ әмтӏуъ тӏо, бырӯъвсы мәс тӏвитиъ сәм, гьу сәм жэст джынә̄тӏ тӏвитиъ ниво̄ккӏ синтӏитӏиъухъуъпӏтӏэ, ни тӏанә̄с тӏыримә̄тиъ бӣънтӏиъгьэ дәрринәд. Ым тӏокӏигъ синтӏитӏиъ йыъктӏ, гьу пӏидәми митиъ нибагеәсы, умс умсими ттитӏиъ йыъктӏ пӏәччӏ вит ыъндэиминтӏды тӏэ̄ синтӏытӏухъуъпӏтӏэды ләбэ̄с дәрротиъ бәйнтӏ. О̄м гӯътӏиъ сә вӣ виъсм, оккӏыс митиъ дэиъминтӏ, гьӣкьӏигъ дыкӏәнтӏиъгьэды дәрруъсы ниминсы. Зәнгэ̄с биврэ̄с зыз ттитӏиъ бурджисинэ высыънәд, гьу сә ареис пӏә̄влэ̄с тӏәвкӏә̄с тирәнтӏиъ ное̄, кӏаләми е биркәми нәгн опӏтӏә вәркӏтӏә. Нәгн до̄тӏәды ытэ̄л тӏәмс асыърисигъ къәръәмымәс сә тӣнинтӏ виъсм сә тӣнинтӏыъды вит та̄рӣх акӏәнцӏ тӏиркӏтӏды эссәтӣе дәррос. О̄м гӯътӏиъ сә вӣ виъсм, оккӏыс митиъ дэиъминтӏ, гьӣкьӏигъ дыкӏәнтӏиъгьэды дәрруъсы ниминсы. Сә ӏуйрэ ллэтӏиъкьи сәм, ӏуйрэ цӏиръэ сӯълеэ, ни тӏӯъ би ми би ым угь сәэ тӏэ̄нтӏиъ диркӏәнтӏиъ мин ю̄ътӏ ым вит синтӏәнтӏиъ вит о̄м дэсытӏитӏиъ. Э̄нминсы тытӏкьи мигъе дәнс тӏирниле инэттӏәлтӏ, гьу уът гьашер тӏәш кӏукӏтӏә гьу тӏокӏәм виъсәм тэ̄нтӏ тӏуъччӏ асыърисәд ӣрә̄мәд ма̄к дошмәннә̄м дәррос. О̄м гӯътӏиъ сә вӣ виъсм, оккӏыс митиъ дэиъминтӏ, гьӣкьӏигъ дыкӏәнтӏиъгьэды дәрруъсы ниминсы.

There will be a day when we all, bringing our eyes, will gaze across a land, freedom being the name. Take my hand in yours, my brow is yours too, and also your familiar gesture will fall without a sound, no hurricanes of terror will strike from within freedom. We'll go along the path united, and with our steps being perfect, shoulder will join with shoulder thus lifting those who fell with lips speaking of freedom. There will be a day when we all, bringing our eyes, will gaze across a land, freedom being the name. Many bells will ring in towers over from high, and these barren fields will bear sprouts anew, with taller stalks of wheat, for bread to be made again. Bread that was never given, through these centuries, to the heroes who did all that they could to change history for freedom's sake. There will be a day when we all, bringing our eyes, will gaze across a land, freedom being the name. It may also happen on that morning, the lovely, sunny morning, neither you nor I nor any of us will be there to witness but we will bring it forth to make that day arrive. Let it be like a great wind pulling the thorny brush, and making its truth seen, and clearing all the paths of centuries of scars of the enemies of freedom’s fight. There will be a day when we all, bringing our eyes, will gaze across a land, freedom being the name.