Quants caminals l'home té de creuar
abans de que es faça fadrí?
I per quantes mars té un colom de volar
abans de qu'arribe a destí?
Però quants més canons s'hauran de disparar
abans de qu'arribe la fi?
Llevant, Xativí, Tramuntana o Ponent:
xiquet, la resposta està en el vent.

Quantes vegães haurem de mirar
abans de poder vôre el sol?
I quantes orelles hauran d'escoltar
per a sentir el desconsol?
Però quanta més gent mos caldrà assassinar
pâ que mos toque portar dol?
Llevant, Xativí, Tramuntana o Ponent:
xiquet, la resposta està en el vent.

Quants anys pot una muntanya existir
abans que s'enfone a la mar?
Però quants anys un home podrà resistir
abans de tornar a la llar?
Però quantes vegães mos podrem girar,
fent com si es poguera ignorar?
Llevant, Xativí, Tramuntana o Ponent:
xiquet, la resposta està en el vent,
i a qui li sàpia mal, que s'arranque un queixal:
Xaloc, Mestral, Garbí/ Llebeig, Gregal.

© 2003 de la lletra: Toni de l'Hostal (nét).

How many roads must a man walk down
before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
the answer is blowin' in the wind...

How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
the answer is blowin' in the wind...

How many years can a mountain exist
before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
the answer is blowin' in the wind...
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
the answer is blowin' in the wind...

Lyrics © 1962 by Bob Dylan; renewed 1990 Special Rider Music.