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As the old song says,
water makes its own way.
The mountain brook flowing out,
outward, and down becomes a river.
Don’t confine the waters.
Let them flow down free,
as they’ve done for thousands of years.
We have neither heroes nor conquests
to lay claim to.
Free will brings us together,
the desire for a nation.
We don’t love walls, of plaster or stone,
we want to live together, that is all.
We want no one at our mercy,
only to choose the future.
We don’t love walls, of plaster or stone,
we want to live together, that is all.
We want no one at our mercy,
only to choose the future.
Let’s set out on our way,
it’s in our hands.
Thousands of us, on foot, walking,
hand in hand.
Fortunate people, in a free nation.
In a free nation!
Rosa,
Izaro,
Omar,
Arane,
Carlos,
Bittore,
Maddi
Let’s set out on our way,
it’s in our hands.
Thousands of us, on foot, walking,
hand in hand.
Fortunate people,
in a free nation.
In a free nation!
The dream gathers in
diverse citizens:
immigrants,
fishermen,
the jobless,
students,
farmers,
workers,
musicians,
writers,
the retirees,
the children.
Amaia,
Jabier,
Antoine,
Garazi,
Gloria,
Lur,
Mamadu...
Let’s set out on our way,
it’s in our hands.
Thousands of us, on foot, walking,
hand in hand.
Fortunate people,
in a free nation.
In a free nation!
Let’s set out on our way,
it’s in our hands.
Thousands of us, on foot, walking,
hand in hand.
Fortunate people,
in a free nation.
In a free nation!
We don’t love walls
of plaster or stone,
we want to live together, that is all.
We want no one at our mercy,
only to choose the future.
Let’s set out
on our way
it’s in our hands.
Translated by Elizabeth Macklin