Ballata degli impiccati [English translation]

We all hardly died

swallowing our last voice

hardly kicking the sky

we saw vanish the light.

The howl crowded the sun

the air grabbed our throats

crystallized words

our last blasphemy said.

Until the end

we reminded at who’s still alive

that the price was our life

for a sin committed one time.

Then we felt in the frost

of an abandon less death

reciting the ancient creed

of who die without forgive.

Who mocked our defeat

and the extremely shame and the mood

hanged by identical strength

will learn how to deal with the rope.

Who with earth buried our bones

and quietly resumed his path

he will reach upset his own pit

with the early morning mist.

The woman that hid in a smile

her shame wile remembering us

will found every night seeing the mirror

a scory of time in her face.

Smells like blood in congeal

the hate that we grow for you all

what we once called pain

it’s now only this unfinished song.