Auschwitz, o Canzone del bambino nel vento
Francesco GucciniINGLESE / ENGLISH / ANGLAIS / ENGLANTI [2] | |
AUSCHWITZ I died when I was a child I died with hundreds of people From a furnace to a chimney And now I am cradled by the wind At Auschwitz, snow on the ground The smoke it drops so slowly In the fields nearby Auschwitz All the people will spread in the wind Silently, so many people Drifting, here in the wind It's strange, so very strange I never even learn how to smile Oh no, I don't believe That man will ever learn To leave in peace without killing In peace or even more Oh, once again the guns will thunder Man's not content with what he's got Like the beasts who taste the blood He will go on to destroy again Once again the guns will thunder Man's not content with what he's got There will be millions more Drifting here in the wind Drifting here, here in the wind. | AUSCHWITZ I died, who was a child I died, like so many others who passed through a chimney and now are in the wind At Auschwitz, there was the snow and the smoke rose slowly of so many people but now there's only a great silence of so many people in the wind It's strange, but still I haven't learned to smile here in this wind and I wonder, can man learn to live without killing? and will this wind ever end? And still, the cannons are sounding and still, he's not contented this blood thirst of the human beast with so many in the wind Yes, and still, the cannons are sounding yes, and still he's not contented we will be here always, the smoke and the powder of millions in the wind. |