Long live the students,
garden of all happiness
The birds who are not frightened
by animal or policeman,
and are not afraid of bullets
or the baying of the hounds.
Well just celebrate the thing,
long live astronomy.
I love the students
who roar like the winds
when their ears are bent
by priests or generals.
libertarian birds,
as free as are the elements.
Well just celebrate the thing:
long live experiments.
I love the students
because they do not take it lying down
when they are told it is flour
and they know it is bran,
and do not pretend to be deaf and dumb
when they understand what is going on.
Well just celebrate the thing:
The Code of Rights.
I love the students
because they are yeast
for the bread which comes from the oven
with all its flavour,
for the mouth of the poor
who eat it bitterly.
Well just celebrate the thing:
long live literature.
I love the students
who march over the ruins.
With their banners held high
go all the dancing students:
they are chemists and doctors,
surgeons and dentists.
Well just celebrate the thing:
long live the specialists.
I love the students
who go to the laboratory,
to discover what is concealed
within the confessional.
Already they have a large cartload
which came all the way from Purgatory
Well just celebrate the thing:
the academic books.
I love the students
who with clear eloquence
from the sacred black bag
tip out the indulgences.
For, how long will it last
gentlemen, this penance?
Well just celebrate the thing:
long live all the sciences.