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How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ‘til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Per quants carrers l’home haurà de passar
abans que se’l vulgui escoltar.
Digue’m quants mars li caldrà travessar
abans de poder descansar.
Fins quan les bombes hauran d’esclatar
abans que no en quedi cap.

Això, amic meu, tan sols ho sap el vent,
escolta la resposta dins del vent.

Quants cops haurà l’home de mirar amunt
per tal de poder veure el cel.
Quantes orelles haurà de tenir
abans de sentir plorar el món.
Quantes morts veurà al seu entorn
per saber que ha mort massa gent.

Això, amic meu, tan sols ho sap el vent,
escolta la resposta dins del vent.

Fins quan una roca podrà resistir
abans que se l’endugui el mar.
Quant temps un poble haurà de patir
per manca de llibertat.
Fins quan seguirà l’home girant el cap
per tal de no veure-hi clar.

Això, amic meu, tan sols ho sap el vent,
escolta la resposta dins del vent.