Uppruna mál: Enskt Umsett av
guilon
Cement across the plains
Flows into the mountains
Poison in the fountains
Through our countrysides
Out of tornadoes
Our history is sinking
Our ideal remains
"To strut our stuff"
Buying air in blocks
Filling the balance:
Some petrodollars
In exchange for existence
From the equator to the poles
This weight on our transitory
squatters' shoulders...
It isn't funny anymore
Since we must change things
Onward to the trees, citizens!
It's time for us to propose
A world for tomorrow!
Onward to the trees, citizens!
Some slaps we are due
The watch is for tomorrow
Some slaps due in return
Making an army of reeds
Stand firm
No more people kneeling
Pass the word
It's true that the Earth is round
But who's to tell us
That it is for everyone...
And the ones to come...
No time left to know who's to blame
to count the chances or the others
Now we should fight
With you I do believe
Yndis umsetingar
Umseting - Enskt-Arabiskt - Onward to the trees, citizens!
