You said to me: I am your brother,
our family is in poverty;
you were a revolutionary,
me I learnt my lessons well.
You said to me: I shall destroy
this world to rebuild it.
You, to help me, you shall write
the future with your songs.
Where are you, voyager of the dream?
In which palace, which citadel?
Who trembles when your fist is raised,
the dictator or perhaps your dog?
Where are you, voyager of darkness?
In a dungeon in the catacombs,
in the crowd which bears in triumph
and forgets tomorrow.
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One day I saw you disappear
perhaps never to see you again.
Often I think at my window
of a boy's red scarf.
Where are you, voyager of the dream?
In which palace, which citadel?
Who trembles when your fist is raised,
the dictator or perhaps your dog?
Where are you, voyager of darkness?
In a dungeon in the catacombes,
in the crowd which bears in triumph
and forgets tomorrow.