Respon-me - Lluís Llach

Amic que tants de cops em parles,

aquí assegut,

ulls abatuts,

mai no has sabut

dir-me allò just

del nostre absurd.

I avui que tinc el cos ple d'ànsia,

la meva sang,

les meves mans,

els meus afanys,

aquest pocs anys

m’estan cridant.

Qui va vèncer?

Qui dels ferros forjats per les bombes

va fer un poble nou?

Qui va vèncer?

Qui damunt de tants cossos aixafats

va aixecar aquella casa per a tothom?

Qui va vèncer?

Qui del llit s’aixeca amb el dret d’anar

pel carrer sense sentir por?

Pots dir-m'ho tu?

Pots dir-m'ho tu?

Saps que ningú.

Tots hem perdut,

tots som vençuts.

I amic, renegaràs amb força

d’aquesta nit,

de qui som fills,

d’aquest destí,

del nostre ahir

que ens ha traït.

Però, amic, més que buscar respostes,

cal adreçar

el foc, la llar,

hem de guanyar

tots aquests anys

que estan cridant:

Qui va vèncer…

Dude, you talk to me so many times,

sitting here

downcast eyes,

you never knew

tell me the right thing

of our absurdity.

And today my body is full of anxiety,

my blood

my hands

my desires

this few years

they're calling me.

Who won?

Who of the irons forged by the bombs

made a new village?

Who won?

Who on so many crushed bodies

did he build that house for everyone?

Who won?

Who gets out of bed with the right to go

down the street without feeling scared?

Can you tell me?

Can you tell me?

You know no one.

We all lost

we are all defeated.

And friend, you will strongly deny it

tonight

of whom we are children,

of this destination,

of our yesterday

who has betrayed us.

But, friend, rather than looking for answers,

needs to be addressed

fire, home,

we have to win

all these years

who are shouting:

Who won