Original Title: "Un jour, un jour"
Text: Louis Aragon
Year: 1967
Song about the execution of Federico García Lorca during the Spanish civil war.
Everything big and magnificent man has been,
His protest, his songs and his heroes,
Above that body and against his executioners,
In Granada, today, appears suddenly in front of the crime.
And that absent mouth and Lorca who went quiet
Filling suddenly the universe up with silence
Against the violent ones violence turns
God the roar that makes a murdered poet
One day, yet, one day will come orange colored
One day of palm, one day of foliages at the forehead
One day of bare shoulder where people will love one another
One day like a bird on the highest branch
Ah I despaired of my wild brothers
I saw, I saw the future on its knees
The triumphant Beast and the stone over us
And the fire of the soldiers brought upon our shores
What? Always it would be, through atrocious trade,
a neverending sharing that they make of the earth
Among those assassins feared by the panthers
And who made a dagger tremble when their hand touched it
One day, yet, one day will come orange colored
One day of palm, one day of foliages at the forehead
One day of bare shoulder where people will love one another
One day like a bird on the highest branch
What? It would always be the war, the quarrel,
Manners of Kings, and prostrated foreheads
And the woman's child uselessly born
Always the shredded weath of the grasshoppers
What? The penal colonies always and the flesh under the wheel
The slaughter always, justified by idols.
To the corpses thrown that coat of words.
The gag for the mouth and for the hand the nail.
One day, yet, one day will come orange colored
One day of palm, one day of foliages at the forehead
One day of bare shoulder where people will love one another
One day like a bird on the highest branch
All poems written by Louis Aragon
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