At any moment, they could arrive, they could surprise us
Entwined like this, your face has changed, during the night my angel
It’s this bloody war, that’s put thirty years on you
Get up, no more tears, you must flee now
It’s this bloody war, that’s put thirty years on you
No more tears, grab the kids and get going
Leave the photos on the mantelpiece, let them see the happiness that they’re destroying
Quickly join the flock of widows climbing the hill of the martyr village 1
And your menfolk will hold out, they’ll hold out until the end
Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees
Yes, I want you, it’s so strange to imagine
That this may be the last time
Yes, I want to follow you to the heights one last time
My love I will keep this night in my belly
And your breasts under your blouse that showed your breathing
And my hands on your skin which were no longer the tired hands of a builder
You know my angel, I will keep these moments in my heart
When you shouted out, for no reason, in happiness
And the children laughed, and the fallow garden, it was laughing too
My god, you were beautiful
And I’ll hear your voices, in my last breath, I will keep all that
Death holds no more fear, I’m so lucky to be leaving while in love with you
Perhaps they’ll shoot me behind the house
From each of the wounds our love will pour out
They’ll shoot me behind the house
And it’s in this place that Giuseppe and Maria will forever love each other
If you hear shouting, from afar, you must not turn back
It’s the cry of hope rising, rising, that will rise up there
Hug the children tightly and tell them that their father has left in love
And that you will be strong, and that you will be beautiful, that you’ll love them for us both
And that you will be strong, and that you will be beautiful, that you’ll love them for us both
1. Martyr (or martyred) village could well relate to this WWII atrocity https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane_massacre