They leave their last homeland
exiled by the wind’s strong blow
gypsies they become and Hebrews
always homeless, and victorious
they become citizens of the world
the Immortal and the Beautiful.
I know them, I know them
I said too
I know them I declare them
I know of all the songs
which I always arrange
in my own special tune.
And the speech they’ve started
I finish like this:
the Immortal and the Beautiful
pushed faraway to these lands
by the winds and the rough seas
by earthquakes and destruction
shipwrecked and badly wounded
by their kin and by foreigners.
Libros Libertad 