Quel fischio sopra la pianura [English translation]

The truth is that they think we are Egypt's mummies

Fried and salt fish to eat

with bread

Strange shadows that go in old graveyards

To complain with dogs

But these are bad thoughts.

And just yesterday

All of us together

We were scary

Like a lion is scary to oxen

us, around the world.

Today they see us without skin and bones

Yet brothers and mates

Even if the grade is done

We can and we must consider

To not let ourselves die

( die)

As they want

To not let them rejoice.

Darling, yesterday

All of us together

Became lions again

Among the good guys

To not let ourselves drown

If all say farewell to the dear old labourer

And they blow him away

Like dust from an old closet in the crawl space

We, instead, say

That he is ready to hold hands

And through the great plain

Start again, start again, start to

whistle again.