Posso sentire il vento soffiare
Soffiare da terre lontane
E portare qualcosa con sè
Che cavalca il silenzio
Il vento sospira trionfi ed amare sconfitte
Sospira parole brucianti di lotta e dolore !
Le pietre scagliate impregnate di grida
Sono stelle cadenti in un cielo di sangue
Bandiere nel rogo, morte alle ideologie
Posso sentire il vento scandire
I nomi di ogni soldato
E ogni nome è un colpo di mitra
Che brucia il silenzio
Soffiare da terre lontane
E portare qualcosa con sè
Che cavalca il silenzio
Il vento sospira trionfi ed amare sconfitte
Sospira parole brucianti di lotta e dolore !
Le pietre scagliate impregnate di grida
Sono stelle cadenti in un cielo di sangue
Bandiere nel rogo, morte alle ideologie
Posso sentire il vento scandire
I nomi di ogni soldato
E ogni nome è un colpo di mitra
Che brucia il silenzio
Contributed by Enrico Shot in System HC - 2011/3/28 - 21:09
Language: English
Traduzione inglese da bandcamp
FLAGS TO BURN
I can hear the wind blowing
Blows from distant lands
Bringing something with him...
That burns the silence !
The wind sighs triumphs and bitter defeats
He sighs burning words of fighting and pain
The stones throwed impregnated with screams
Are stars falling down in a bloody sky
Flags to burn, death to ideologies !
I can hear the wind whispering
The name of every soldiers
And every name is a machinegun's fire
That burns the silence !
The wind sighs triumphs and bitter defeats
He sighs burning words of fighting and pain
The stones throwed impregnated with screams
Stars are falling down in a bloody sky
Flags to burn, death to ideologies
I can hear the wind blowing
Blows from distant lands
Bringing something with him...
That burns the silence !
The wind sighs triumphs and bitter defeats
He sighs burning words of fighting and pain
The stones throwed impregnated with screams
Are stars falling down in a bloody sky
Flags to burn, death to ideologies !
I can hear the wind whispering
The name of every soldiers
And every name is a machinegun's fire
That burns the silence !
The wind sighs triumphs and bitter defeats
He sighs burning words of fighting and pain
The stones throwed impregnated with screams
Stars are falling down in a bloody sky
Flags to burn, death to ideologies
Contributed by dq82 - 2016/9/16 - 11:04
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