Cei ce vor fi [English translation]

There is still a bit, there is still a little*

Until the great nothing.

There is still a moment or an hour

Of all that was and that is left.

There is still a bit, there is still a little

And I will try to get up

And restore the silence**

Of the thought of rising up.

I, myself, will return in the trees, in the flowers,

In the madness of colours.

There is still a bit of thought, of dream

Without pain and speech,***

I will turn into a handful of soil,

The amount of dust or snow you take on a finger.

I will return in those who will be.

Those who will be...

Those who will be...

Those who will be...

There is still a bit of thought, of dream

And I shout to the abyss

From the altitude of thought

I watch those who will come.

There is still a moment or an hour

Until the great halt

And I shout again to the sky

To solve this mystery.

The mystery is today a dream

And the roads have opened

And we rise again to the sky

Without pain and speech

I will turn into a handful of soil,

The amount of dust or snow you take on a finger.

I will return in those who will be.

Those who will be...

Those who will be...

Those who will be...

There is still a bit, there is still a little

Until the great nothing.

There is still a moment or an hour

Of all that was and that is left.

There is still a bit, there is still a little

And I will try to get up

And restore the silence

Of the thought of rising up.

I, myself, will return in the trees, in the flowers,

In the madness of colours.

There is still a bit of thought, of dream

Without pain and speech,

I will turn into a handful of soil,

The amount of dust or snow you take on a finger.

I will return in those who will be.

Those who will be...

Those who will be...

Those who will be!