Un sorso in più [English translation]

I remember the chilling cold

the shy lamentations of my people

crowded ,crammed into a freight train

two days and two nights without sleep

and soon we would have stopped

to speak soon

I remember the chilling cold

the day we lost forever

our hungry children

thirsty, deprived of our clothes

and it was like swallowing glass

and we would soon stop talking

soon we would have stopped understanding

and I learned to drink

always one more sip

and I learned to drink

always one more sip

how much I really needed it

how much I really needed it

one day I could be thirsty

I remember the chilling cold

the fear of sinking

in a bed of burning coals

which logic or law of life

will never be able to explain the diabolical enterprise

of those chosen men ...

and we would soon stop talking

soon we would have stopped understanding

and I learned to drink

always one more sip

and I learned to drink

always one more sip

how much I really needed it

how much I really needed it

one day I could be thirsty