Regardless of the tears in our eyes
Regardless of our broken hearts
Regardless of the sobs of those
Taken by grief
Regardless of the other who killed you
Regardless of those who hate you
Regardless of the cemetery days
That they wanted to inflict on us
Regardless of the tears of the Earth
Regardless of the songs of progress
Regardless of the raised fists
That no longer know for whom they are raised
Regardless of the stupid people
Regardless of the collaborating
Regardless of the useless wars
Regardless of the governments
Since they do not speak for us
They speak only for money
Regardless of the ripped belly
Of the mother who lost her child
Regardless of our tired eyes
The tears that turn into a hurricane
Regardless of the fields of possibility
That turn into funeral songs
Regardless of the crying world
Yes from every border, every horizon
Regardless of the song of madness
People losing reason
Regardless of our democracies
That turn to prostitution
Regardless of the work of the butcher
We will write in thousands
Regardless of the incarnate horror
Of the progress of humanity
Regardless of our governments
Who make our countries illiterate
I will stay this humanist
Who believes we are all equal
All equal before injustice
All equal faced with our tears
I will stay with those who struggle
Always for this human who believes
That it is better to turn the other cheek
To offer one's open arms
To those who strike your cheek
To make you close your eyes
That it is better to give one's love
Yes I believe that to pray
They throw their stones towards the heavens
But they always keep coming back
To break the eyes
Of those people who will smile
Regardless of the wars of our good gods
Yes regardless of the songs of ill
Regardless of the walls we construct
Regardless of the flags of nations
Regardless of the people who pray
To the good gods or to dough
Regardless of all the power
The fascisms of oppression
Friend, do not be afraid of dying
For ideas, for combat
Those that make us smile
Who say to one's brother down here
That there is nothing more beautiful than to love
The other as much as oneself
That there is nothing more beautiful than to love
The other as much as oneself