Speranza Or Hope

Fear not, for this is the hour,

We are to find life, not hide from it,

We are to conquer the masquerade,

And bring down all dramas,

We are to waltz into the fry of life,

To which we sing a hymn,

Not of lament but of joy,

It is in this passionate moment,

That we aborn our laurel wreaths,

To drink the first wines of this,

Our new civilization, the dawn of the world,

The advent of a new humanity,

Of equal parts, one and the same,

Liberated in the new music of harmony.