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| La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
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| THIRD INTERMEZZO | THIRD INTERLUDE |
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| The dust, the blood, the flies, the smell | The dust, the blood, the flies, the smells |
| in the streets, in the fields, people are dying | on the street, among the fields, the people who die . . . |
| and you, you call all this war and you don't know what it is | and you, you call it war and don’t know what it is. |
| and you, you call all this war and you don't understand why. | And you, you call it war and don’t explain to yourself why. |
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| The fall in your eyes, the summer in your heart | Autumn in the eyes, summer in the heart, |
| the wish for giving, the instinct of taking | the desire to give, the instinct to have . . . |
| and you, you call all this love and you don't know what it is | and you, you call it war and don’t know what it is. |
| and you, you call all this love and you don't understand why. | And you, you call it war and don’t explain to yourself why. |
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