Some of us have overcome
our mistakes, lies and fears;
but there is still some way to go
to reach the oasis hanging on the horizon.
Dried-up generations die off,
young people laugh at the stars.
Who will be the first to lose faith
in victory, on these shifting path?
Which of us will die
before his body is dead?
Who will drop his heart in the dust
like a pack too heavy to carry?
Like an ill wind or an insult
the question comes down the ranks:
"listen, listen, listen...!
Not us! Never! Not us!"
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