In this life
it would be nice
to have the certainty
that our struggles
have a purpose

A generation
born surrounded by ashes,
knows nothing
but death
and clashes;
wrecked homes,
shattered dreams,
broken lives,
without peace,
thousands of orphans
we will keep counting.

Cowards
fire into the crowd,
now bullet casings
are daily bread.

The forgotten war,
now out of fashion,
mountains of the dead
cast into the oblivion of indifference.

La guerra dimenticata
ormai passata di moda,
montagne di morti
gettate nell’oblio dell’indifferenza

Hypocrisy,
sovereign of power,

when you bomb hospitals
and massacre thousands of children,
all falls silent;

but when others respond,
suddenly tears begin to flow—
your speeches fill
with rights, respect, and humanity.

all of this to drag the World
into your Madness.


Ipocrisia,
sovrana del potere,

quando bombardate gli ospedali
e massacrate migliaia di bambini
tutto tace;

quando gli altri rispondono
ecco che scorrono le lacrime,
di diritti, rispetto e umanità
i vostri discorsi si iniziano a riempire

tutto questo per trascinare il Mondo
nella vostra Follia