Some speak to the crowd
And others speak to the desert
May the words flow
About time, about money, oabout war
Some speak of the East
And others of the USSR
About the Bible or the Koran
Of paradise, of swift happiness
Some speak of frontiers
And of hope
My mother
Makes the silence speak
She is like the stars
She long knows it, but says nothing
She is like the stars
She gives her light
And asks nothing
The prophets, all of them,
Make and unmake fate
The politicians on their platforms
Always have the plan for tomorrow
Some speak of the earth
Of non-violence
My mother
Makes the silence speak
She is like the stars
She long knows it, but says nothing
She is like the stars
She gives her light
And asks nothing
She is like the stars
She long knows it, but she never says anything
She is like the stars
She asks nothing
Some abandon you
Others come and desire you
But as soon as you love a man
The most beautiful thing is impossible to say
Some speak of love, of tolerance
My mother
Makes the silence speak
She is like the stars
She long knows it, but says nothing
She is like the stars
She gives her light
And asks nothing