Himne del Poble

歌詞

From shapeless to form From arid to storm To calm or to warn To die or be born Like stories of old The modern myths are told As theories unfold Spinning fire into gold And the circle comes round From the highest heights to the lowest ground The rainbow unbound Without making a sound The high wave, the still pond Bright petal, curled frond The once present now gone The far distance beyond To walk or to fall To be enormous or small To have more than you need To have nothing at all Between morning and night Between shadow and light Between wrong and right To surrender or fight.