If I were the Good Lord's friend, If I knew any prayers, If I had blue blood, The ability to erase and do everything over again, If I were queen or a magician, A princess, a fairy, a great captain of a noble regiment, If I had the footstep of a giant,
I would put into the sky in misery All the tears in the river And flowers would grow were hope itself flew by,* I would sow the seeds of utopias, to bend would be forbidden, We wouldn't turn away our gaze again.
If I had thousands and hundreds, Talent, strength, or the charms Of the masters, the powerful; If I had the keys to their souls If I knew how to take up arms
In the fire of an army of titans, I would light up the flames In the extinguished dreams of children I would make colors out of punishments I would create an Eden With no luck, no stars, with less than nothing.
But I have nothing but a heart in rags And two hands stretched out on twigs A voice which the wind chases away in the morning; But if our bare hands gather Our millions of hearts together If our voices unite, What winters could withstand it?
A strong world, a sister spirit land We will build in these ashes Little by little, bit by bit, Drop by drop, and heart by heart, Little by little, bit by bit, Drop by drop, and heart by heart.
