Le storie di ieri [Italian translation]

My father has a common history

shared with his own generation

The courtyard jaw spoke

Too many deaths have proven it wrong

All people who understood

And the kid on the courtyard is playing

he throws stones in the sky and in the sea

Every time he hits a star

he closes his eyes and starts dreaming

he closes his eyes and starts dreaming

And the horses in Salò died of boredom

Playing with the always-losing black

Mussolini also wrote poems,

Poets what ugly creatures

Every time they talk it's a scam

But my father is a quiet guy

In the morning he reads a lot of newspapers

He is convinced to have ideas

And his son is a pirate ship

And his son is a pirate ship

Still now a black writing remained

on the wall in front of my house

it say that the movement will win

The new leaders have calm faces

And ties to match the shirt

But the kid on the courtyard stopped

He got tired of following kites

He sat among near memories, distant noises

He looks at the wall and at his own hands

He looks at the wall and at his own hands

He looks at the wall and at his own hands