Dove l'aria è polvere [English translation]

A chronicle of a day in which

An eagle flew

Above borders where the air is a dust.

A story of a child who

met that eagle

And reached out its hands

Who stole them.

And a soldier told about

How the sky got dark

And the ground cried with tears

Shouting “enmity”!

But what is freedom

And what a meaning does it have?

It is impossible to believe in the flag

If it is a blood to win.

The eagle never sleeps,

It sacrifices his heroes,

It shows his stars and trophies.

The child is an orphan of the house and poetry

For the indifference which

Has the war inside.

And a soldier told about

How the time stopped,

The ground cried with tears,

Of vinegar and hail.

But what is the truth

And what a meaning does it have?

It is impossible to believe in the flag

If it is a blood to win.

But what is the truth

And what a meaning does it have?

It is the sun which never rises.

It is darkness above all of us.

And a soldier told about

How the sky got dark,

How to win if it is a flag

Which has the blood

Inside of itself...inside of itself..

Tell me, what is freedom...What is it?