Eppure soffia [English translation]

The water gets filled with foam, the sky with smoke,

the chemical leprosy destroys any life in the rivers,

birds can hardly fly, sick with death,

the cold profit barred the doors to life.

A whole island has found its grave in the sea,

the false progress wanted to test a bomb,

and the rain, which quenches the earth's thirst, which is life,

instead, it brings death to it because it is radioactive.

And yet the wind still blows,

it splashes water on the prow of ships

and whispers songs through the leaves,

it kisses the flowers, it kisses and doesn’t pick them.

One day the money discovered the world war,

it gave its putrid sign to the beastly instinct,

it killed, burned, destroyed in a sad rosary

and the whole earth got wrapped in a black shroud.

And soon, the hidden key of new secrets:

so they will cover with mud even the planets,

they will want to pollute the stars, the solar war:

they call “mistakes” the crimes against life.

And yet the wind still blows,

it splashes water on the prow of ships

and whispers songs through the leaves,

it kisses the flowers, it kisses and doesn’t pick them.

And yet it strokes the countryside,

it caresses the mountains on their sides

and ruffles the women’s hair,

it runs in flight competing with birds.

Yet the wind still blows!!!