diumenge, 15 de febrer de 2009

Translating a song by Obrint pas




As I am upset
I am trying to remember
along my solitude paths,
and the smell of burning
gunpowder turns up,
and the red bonfires
in the summer solstice.
Parties in the street,
thousands of stars,
on 25th April
feelings on our hearts.
Hope in our eyes,
flags in the wind,
and happy wishes
of my people.

Fighting, creating,
building popular power.

As I've come back
I'm walking again
along the streets
and squares of the village
where I grew up,
and that old belfry
awakens me,
the sound of fireworks
our music and giants,
old songs, new emotions,
on 25th April
building new illusions.
Life in our fists,
fight in our skin
and happy wishes
of our people.

Fighting, creating,
building popular power.