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Dera evolucion ara revolucion

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Dera evolucion ara revolucion

Òh! Mare Tèrra, t’estaquen shènes de guèrra, de hame e de pena, tu qu’auies estat tant bèra! Tu que mos brindès era libertat, entà èster, entà créisher, entà evolucionar.

Que difícil estimar, que fàcil òdi semiar, desbrembar ua patz que morís de soletat. Era vida aurie d’èster sonque un viatge de plaser, es frontères e es barrères... sonque linhes en papèr.

Òh! Mare Tèrra que mos acuelhes en tòn còr, eth peatge de ta vida pera nòsta qu’ei era mòrt. Humenèges que se lhèuen e alimenten conformisme, sus ambients que tu ager arrosaues damb optimisme.

Dictadures democratiques: cortines tara vertat. Fòrces de seguretat luten en guèrres pera patz. Maudit mon enrebessat se campe en miralhs trincats, aparte es uelhs ua societat que s’enfonse ena soletat.

Òh! Mare Tèrra, desbrembada e castigada, despolhada e caushigada, soleta e desmoralizada, violada pes madeishi drets que mos protegissen, ven quèir era tua sang e damb frivolitat fingissen qu’eth tòn plor non s’enten. Tanti n’i a que non desiren desvelhar, tanti ans damb es uelhs barrats! Damb es mans tacades de sang caminam, sense escotar-te cantar, sense veder-te agonizar...

Ara daurim es uelhs,

i a tantes causes que guardar...

coma es espigues d’èrba seca,

qu’un dia creisheren

e desvelhèren dauant dera grandesa deth Solei,

que lhèue vides sonque damb punar.

Eres dèishen anar

un aire fragil en tant que vibren,

hèn aunor ara sensibilitat damb eth mon,

e dan es gràcies per aquera oportunitat

ara que s’agarrèren

damb era fòrça de cent shivaus.

E maugrat era sua aparent feblesa,

contunhen damb eth tronc quilhat

e eth cap tostemp guardant tath cèu!

Qu’un dia evolucionèren, e ara

es camps que les acuelhen

revolucionen ath que contemple!

Ua idea florís en prat des tòns pensaments, possada pes prohondes arraïtzes que nèishen laguens, dauant des passi que conformen tòn camin, dilhèu ei er azard, dilhèu ei eth frut deth destin.

Campar tostemp entà dauant e veir que non a fin eth mon, en tot observar era curva que conforme er orizon. Ena sang era passion, laguens deth piech revolucion, art coma forma d’expression e dera ment liberacion.

Escuelh era tua faccion, era mia ei era de natura, en prò dera evolucion, artenh ta patz, ta guèrra atura. Jo que jamès me conformè damb víuer sonque ua vida, e tostemp desirè veir diferenta gessuda.

Er òme ei ua herida entara sua existéncia, un incendi ena montanha... tecnologia, dependéncia...I a ua manèra de cambiar! Evolucionar entara patz e atau eth mon revolucionar! Sonque cau estimar, sajar de veir mès enlà e atau es shènes dera diferéncia trincar, amiar era tua positivitat e non te cares, entà hèr que i age mès “t’estimi” que bales.

A on s’amague era vertat? dilhèu entre melancolia e soletat?

A on s’amague era vertat ? dintre es ridòls des mainatges e era blancor dera libertat?

A on s’amague era vertat? dilhèu entre melancolia e soletat?

A on s’amague era vertat ? dintre es ridòls des mainatges e era blancor dera libertat?

Era vida va dera

evolucion ara revolucion

e laguens de tu que non pare,

que bare er interior!

Era vida va dera

evolucion ara revolucion

e laguens de tu que non pare,

que bare er interior damb era patz!

Òh! Mare Tèrra, t’estaquen shènes de guèrra, de hame e de pena, (tu que auies estat tant bèra!) Tu que mos brindès era libertat, entà èster, entà créisher, entà evolucionar, (damb era patz...)

Òh! Mare Tèrra, t’estaquen shènes de guèrra, de hame e de pena, (tu que auies estat tant bèra!) Tu que mos brindès era libertat, entà èster, entà créisher, entà revolucionar!!!

From Evolution to Revolution

Oh, Mother Earth, they tie you up with chains of war, of hunger, and of pain, you who were so beautiful! You who offered us the freedom to be, to grow, to evolve.

It’s difficult to love, it’s easy to sow hatred, to forget of a peace that dies of loneliness. Life could have been nothing more than a pleasurable journey; borders and barriers, nothing but lines on paper.

Oh, Mother Earth, you welcome us with all your heart, the toll on your life for us is death. Chimneys that rise and feed conformity, on places that, yesterday, you watered with optimism.

Democratic dictators: smokescreens of truth. Security forces fight in wars for peace. This damn complicated world glances at itself in broken mirrors, society closes its eyes while it sinks in loneliness.

Oh, Mother Earth, forgotten and punished, stripped bare and trampled upon, alone and demoralized, raped by the same rights that protect us, they see your blood fall and with frivolity they pretend that they can’t hear your cry. So many don’t want to wake up, so many have their eyes shut! With hands stained with blood we walk, without hearing you sing, without seeing you in agony…

Now we open our eyes,

there are so many things to see…

the stalk of dry grass,

one day grew

and woke up before the greatness of the Sun,

which fills lives with nothing but kisses.

They release

a fragile air as they shake,

they give honour to the sensitivity with the world,

and they give thanks for that opportunity

now that they picked them

with the strength of a hundred horses.

And in spite of their apparent weakness,

they continue with their stalks raised high

and their heads always watching the sky!

One day they evolved, and now

the fields that welcome them

revolutionize those that contemplate them!

An idea flourishes in the field of your thoughts, pushed by the deep roots that are born from within, before the steps that mark your path, maybe it’s by chance, maybe it’s the fruit of destiny.

To always look ahead and see that the world doesn’t have an end, observing the curve that marks the horizon. In the blood, the passion, inside the breast, revolution, art as a form of expression and from the mind, liberation.

Choose your side, mine is the side of nature, of those that are for evolution, to achieve peace, that war stops. I who never conformed with living only one life, and always wanted to see a different exit.

Humanity has a wound in its existence, a fire on the mountain… technology, dependence… There is a way to change. To evolve towards peace and like that the world is revolutionized. All you have to do is love, try to see beyond and like that the chains of difference break, send your positivity and don’t stay quiet, until there are more “I love yous” than bullets.

Where is the truth hiding? Maybe between melancholy and loneliness?

Where is the truth hiding? In the laughter of children and the whiteness of liberty?

Where is the truth hiding? Maybe between melancholy and loneliness.

Where is the truth hiding? In the laughter of children and the whiteness of liberty?

Life goes from

evolution to revolution

and deep within you it doesn’t stop

it dances inside you!

Life goes from

evolution to revolution

and deep within you it doesn’t stop,

it dances inside you with peace!

Oh, Mother Earth, they tie you up with chains of war, of hunger, and of pain, (you who were so beautiful!) You who offer us the freedom to be, to grow, to evolve, (with peace…)

Oh, Mother Earth, they tie you up with chains of war, of hunger, and of pain, (you who were so beautiful!) You who offer us the freedom to be, to grow, to revolutionize!