Terzo intermezzo [English translation]

Dust, blood, flies, smell

On the roads, in the fields people dying.

And you, you call it war but you don't know what it is

And you, you call it war and you can't explain why.

Autumn in the eyes, summer in the heart

Willing to give, with the instinct to have.

And you, you call it love but you don't know what it is

And you, you call it love and you can't explain why.