To us in disorder but in intransigence
To us who have to bite and to us in urgency
To us not in fashion, to us in the backdrop
To us who don't know how to hold our bodies
To us in the universe, to us in infinity
To us in the lack of air, astonished to be alive
To us in writing and to us without words
To us in the cross-outs and in the backpack
Who dream of forest, who dream of river
To us in the subway, who look for the light
To us who chase magnificent losers
To us in the illusion of a prophetic path
To us who overflow in laughter and tears
Who don't mourn our days of flame
When we were 10, by giant strides
Pedaling, pedaling for eternity
We'll walk a thousand more moons, a thousand more days before tomorrow
Before tomorrow takes the chips of hope we hold
We'll cross a thousand more dunes with our flaws, our missteps
With our soles of mist, whoever we are
To us who play neither the poor nor the fool
Because we see others sink in front of us
We can have a roof and a rope around the neck
We can have our rights and walk on our knees
To us who talk to ourselves, many, in the mirror
To us who see double, who see black and white
To us the too polite who don't think any less
Who turn the other cheek but clench our fists
To us who come off as unsympathetic
And above all as idiots for chasing the authentic
To us in the songs from 40 years ago
But to us who keep watch ahead, ahead, ahead
To us in the reels, in the big clumsy
In the postcards and in the bonfires
To us who will never sell our truths
To us who'll implode and it won't take long
We'll walk a thousand more moons, a thousand more days before tomorrow
Before tomorrow takes the chips of hope we hold
We'll cross a thousand more dunes with our flaws, our missteps
With our soles of mist, whoever we are
To us who run away where they talk in vain about television or shopping
To us who are here, who fall like everyone
Into the trap, into the networks, into the void and the overflow
But who get ready for when it'll be over
When we'll have to talk and become friends again
When we'll be able to say everything and its opposite
Without it having to go through a motherboard
When we won't be able to know who goes where anymore
Know who's worth how much and who doesn't care about us
To us without flag, to us without label
To us without ingots, to us without glitter
To us in our glasses of water or in our black coffees
Who don't mask our nights of hardship
Who don't toast on the trendy squares
Who whistle our fragility into the wind
We'll walk a thousand more moons, a thousand more days before tomorrow
Before tomorrow takes the chips of hope we hold
We'll cross a thousand more dunes with our flaws, our missteps
With our soles of mist
We'll walk a thousand more moons, a thousand more days before tomorrow
Before tomorrow takes the chips of hope we hold
We'll cross a thousand more dunes with our flaws, our missteps
With our soles of mist, whoever we are
To you on the other side of the wall or the sea
In besieged cities, the blood and the dust
To you without speech, to you with empty stomachs
In humiliation, to you with solid hearts
To you behind the bars under the bombings
To you in drowning, to you the dissidents
To you in injustice, to you behind locks
To your daughters, to your sons, to you, to you, to you