Gli altri siamo noi [English translation]

I’ve never felt this much alone

It’s night, but I wish it were soon Monday

With them together with me, to make the city

With withdrawn them

Opening up in the sun like flowers when

They wake up, they dress up

When they go out, depart, arrive

They resemble us, angels and vultures

Like mirrors are the eyes on their faces

Because “them” is us

Walls crumble down at the whiff of an idea

Allah as Jesus, in a church or inside a mosque

And “them” is us, but here on the same street

Cowardly heroes

We leave behind their pieces of us

Who keep waiting for us and wonder

Why they’re born and shortly dead

Maybe swallows, African leaves

They smile at us with grief

All victims and executioners

In the end, sooner or later

“Them” is us

When they sing, when they cry

“Them” is us, is us

In this world, “them” is us

When they are born, when they die

“Them” is us, is us

“Them” is us

Us who linger in comfortable deserts

Of flats and quiet

Far from them

But in the end, sooner or later

“Them” is us

In this now small world

“Them” is us

Yes, “them” is us, between Indios and Hindus

“Them” is us, “them” is us

Boys in pharmacies on the verge of breakdown

“Them” is us, is us, is us

Families of workers fired by robots

“Them” is us, “them” is us

And gypsies from the east in outskirts reservations

“Them” is us, is us, is us

We’re all victims and executioners

In the end, sooner or later

“Them” is us

Amazonia, South Africa

“Them” is us, is us, is us

In this world, “them” is us

When they shoot, when they hope

“Them” is us, is us, is us

In this now small world

“Them” is us, “them” is us

“Them” is us

“Them” is us, is us, is us

In this world, “them” is us

“Them” is us, “them” is us

“Them” is us, is us, is us

“Them” is us, “them” is us

“Them” is us, is us, is us