Poor country
Franco battiato
My poor country! Crushed under the abuses of power
By scoundrels who never heard of shame,
Who think they are mighty and are pleased by all they do
And everything belongs to them.
Among our rulers how many utterly useless fools!
This country is devastated by sorrow...
But doesn't it disturb you just a little
To see all those cold bodies on the ground?
By scoundrels who never heard of shame,
Who think they are mighty and are pleased by all they do
And everything belongs to them.
Among our rulers how many utterly useless fools!
This country is devastated by sorrow...
But doesn't it disturb you just a little
To see all those cold bodies on the ground?
It will not change, it will not change...
No-it will change, maybe it will change.
But how can we forgive the brutes of the football stadiums
And the hyenas of the press?
The peninsula of pigs is sinking into the muck.
I'm a bit ashamed, and it grieves me
To regard a man as a beast.
It will not change, it will not change..
Yes-it will change-you'll see it will change.
I'd like to hope that the world will return to a more normal state,
In hich we can peacefully contemplate the sky and the flowers,
And never talk again of dictatorships,
If we could just have a bit more time for living..
Meanwhile Spring is coming in late.
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Mais ouvidas de Franco battiato
ver todas as músicas- Centro De Gravedad
- Delenda Carthago
- Tra Sesso e Castità
- Cuccurucucu
- Sigillata Con Un Bacio
- Summer On A Solitary Beach
- Prospettiva Nevski
- L'Incantesimo
- Tramonto Occidentale
- Il Cielo In Una Stanza
- Radio Varsavia
- Beta
- Los Trenes De Tozeur
- L'Esistenza Di Dio
- Oh Sweet Were The Hours
- Oh Sweet Were The Hours (Ludwig Van Beethoven)
- A La Memoria De Giulia
- Campane Tibetane
- Amada Soledad
- Il Ballo Del Potere