Lyrics

Wake up!
The sun just began to rise,
with it the character,
something big in the making,
you come out from within.

They remind you that this special date
is different, a special day of the year.

A smile (you, you have birds),
a sad smile (you, in your head).

Superficial feelings
drowned from the outside in.

They remind you that this special date
is different, a special day of the year.

Smiles (you, you have birds),
sad smiles (you, in your head).

South wind
blowing
brings them fast.

Flying together
in circles,
they fly over your head,

birds of ill omen are here!

Misfortunes, bad omens, birds of ill omen!

Birds of bad or good omens (oracle)?

Wind of ego

Worn-out knees, motionless,
in the spiral of real nightmares,
trapped in the darkest swamp,
condemned to lose by the weight of guilt.

At this crossroads, how many options:
dig deeper into the hole or stand up.

without ceasing,
Time slips away
tempus fugit,
there is no time,
Memento Mori!

Deaf echo of inner voices,
Punished by the noise of lurking scythes,
Insatiable devourer of his own entrails,
Incessant cries, affliction.

At this crossroads, how many options:
dig deeper into the hole or stand up

Incessantly
Time slips away,
tempus fugit,
there is no time,
Memento Mori!

Microphone in hand,
throat tight with rage.
The refrains thrown into the air
if they are not accompanied by actions, remain deaf.

Here, now,
the proletariat continues,
without surrendering,
as the successor to those who came before it.

Resist! Resist! Resist!
Determined in the struggle!
Without backing down,
always ready to face challenges.

Ephemeris,
memory of the past,
honored for their actions,
examples of upright dignity.

Here…
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Determined in the struggle!
Without backing down,
always ready to face challenges,
without falling prey
to techno-fascism.

When you feel approaching
the end of the road,
there are plenty of reasons,
camarad wake up!

Here…
Resist! Resist! Resist!
Determined in the struggle!
Without retreating,
always ready to face challenges.
without falling prey
to techno-fascism.
The foundations are solid,
pillars of the future.

The longest road
is always the shortest,
learning to get up
after falling down.

With pain, thorns piercing,
remembering.
Marking the trail,
the return, with drops of blood.
Groping through the thick fog.
Spreading a broken heart.

A light at the end,
truly distant,
without hope!

When you have
mourned what you love,
the dream you built
collapses once again.
When stays
the one who came different ,
when you forget
everything you learned.

A light at the end,
perhaps distant,
clinging to hope!

Heroes know well
how to overcome limits with inner strength.
Flying close to the ground without fear,
without boundaries.

Apocalypse!!

You, lost sheep
blind, sinful
I, your shepherd
in the desert refuge and guide

calling you,
waiting for you,
searching for you,
without ceasing

Ghost of fear,
dogma, dogma
poison hook,
dogma, dogma

bathed in blood
spilled everywhere,
faith in corruption,
the only truth, word of the prophet,
curse
given in the liturgy

Deception and lies,
thieves of innocence,
your time will come,
the day you will pay,
Golgotha,
Amen!!

Instrumental

Rope that suffocates me,
Burden of the written diary, lethal,
Steamroller, unbearable

Room that crushes me,
Doors and windows that shrink,
Saving, unreachable

Blank page in front of me,
Leaving darkness behind,
Drawing with scars
Breaths of fire,
Destroying pain in the embers

Burn!

Courage and bravery,
Being capable,
hope that is lost,
Searching within myself in this darkness
Blinding

The power of a hug,
The chest that squeezes tightly,
The only thing I need,
I have found it in your warmth,
My traveling companion.

Drawing with scars
The path of no return,
Drowning the pain in the embers

Confident that
life was eternal,
that’s how it is!
Well pampered,
fed to the brim,
offering you the best,
yet today things look grim,
nerves in the air,
laughter, stares fixed on you.

In the slaughter
in the harsh winter
in the slaughter
hidden encounter

Wrapped in a rag,
the sharp steel,
soon approaches,
the trembling hand holds
the bloodthirsty cauldron,
the final judgment awaits,
loneliness covers you,
the hook, the bench, squeezes the bitterness
in your guts.

In the slaughter,
a circus of tug-of-war,
In the slaughter,
a bloody distribution.
Impotence, screams, it’s your turn to pay
for what you have been.

You, warm blood
You, bleeding out
You, without blood, die! Die!

Dried out, blackened by flames,
skinned, torn,
smoked,
chopped up, crushed, cursed,
finally avenged!

In the slaughter
secret between walls
in the slaughter
day of bloodbath
Up there, hanging from the rope
how many legs…what,
who fell…

I have begun to write to you,
staining the white with black.
In the reflection of a tear,
the wound emerges.

I read to you aloud,
even though you cannot hear me,
thinking it is useless,
closing the pain of nightmares,
looking at the past…
Reliving history,
recreating the story

When we were one,
two in a single direction,
making the difficult easy,
with futile hopes,
looking toward tomorrow…
until we drifted apart,
until darkness fell.

Kilometers
between us
the earth our union
in the bowels
The fire of black eyes, resplendent,
white on the body,
olive skin
red heart,
you in my memory.

Last caress lost, stolen,
You, Palestine.
Borders, walls,
terror everywhere, devastation,
You, Palestine.
Left behind
in front of the whole world,
You, Palestine.
On the planet with the white face,
bleeding from the wound,
You, Palestine.
To you!!

Believing themselves to be free,
moving here and there
between invisible boundaries.

Feeling the lack,
being hostile,
difficult to ask when necessary

Living in networks
with loneliness reigning,
mosquitoes on the spider web,

In the silver cage

Believing themselves safe
stepping on anyone
between limits of blind brightness

Growing up in waves,
swallowing them to exscess,
educated by the only mold.

Behind the rules,
criticism is dead,
barely turning on the wheel.

In the silver cage

Gears of the machine
of the faceless master

In a merciless system,
trapped in its structure

Then,
who learned to escape, to differentiate,
to be free?

Encasing themselves,
dying free?