https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcS-kbnQOlM
1984
Land of Empire
Flame of hope
You are our future
In which we must believe
Europe is a ship that is yet to build
A cathedral of fire that we must erect
Neither that of the Ivans
Executioners and SS20
Nor that of the merchants
American lobbies
Like an old widow contemplating her wrinkles
Awaiting death before an empty cradle
You are the old continent
Master of your destiny
Give us children again
Or pass away
If we want tomorrow, reach for the sun
Without putting babouches on Christmas trees
Let us close the borders
There are enough of us
To give the light
That shines in our eyes.
If today millions of our brothers are languishing
Whose only horizon is an iron curtain
I know that one day will come
In the near future
All that will remain of Yalta
Is a bad memory
And if this people, slaves to their television
Understands that there are three hundred and twenty million of us
We won't need the little guys
From California
And their Coca-Cola
To defend our lives
When we understand that our old nations
Don't need immigration to exist
Then we can say
That for all our children
We are forging an empire
Europe, I am waiting for you.
