Sora Rosa - Antonello Venditti
To Sora Rosa, I’m leaving
This heart in pieces from the shame
Of this land that never helps me
Of these people who spit in your face
Who never took a joke in hand
Who stand out for their neckties
I want to leave this rotten country
That has holes where the brain should be
That wants to feast on the bones of the suffering
That thinks only of what it might lose
We have the strength and will more than anyone
Let’s go where the dead are
Even if we are just bones of ham
You’ll see those with clear eyes
Who will say to us: “Come down to hell
At least you’ll have the fire for winter”
If you have a heart, you can understand me
If you have love, you can follow me
What do we care if we don’t count for anything
If we’re under the soles of the people
You know what I’m saying, I’m throwing myself in the river
So I can finally end this life
That slowly sucked the light from my eyes
More than the pains of immortal Satan
Let’s go away, let’s hold hands
There’s only this truth for those who hope
That maybe one day, those who feast too much now
Can spit out the bones that are holy.