Pilota di guerra [English translation]

No need to go into the details about engines,

but every engine has its own tune and I know it.

I will play it forever in the wind

for my wretched homeland, from south to north.

I alone know how lonely a man can feel

as I fly over the wounds of cities

and I say goodbye as to a great love

and I alone know how lonely a man can feel.

Beyond the clouds, beyond the clouds,

or maybe a minute further, if possible

with the Earth under my feet

looking darker and blacker from here

but some day the day will return.

And so life flies under the wings

and another night goes by above this war

and above the houses of people, who are all equal

in the big orphanage that is Earth.

I alone know what use is a man

as I rub salt into the wounds of cities

and I say goodbye as to a great love

and only God knows what use is a man.

Beyond the clouds, beyond the clouds,

or maybe a minute further, if possible

with the Earth under my feet

looking darker and blacker from here

but some day the day will return.