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We all did die in anger
Swallowing our last voice, Kicking out in the wind We all saw the light fade away. Our cry flooded the sun, The air did in us tighten; Words turned into crystals, The last curse we did shout. Before it was all over The survivors did we remind That the price was our life For the evil we did in one hour. Then we all slipp'd in the chill Dying in trouble and in distress And an old prayer did we say, The prayer of the unpardoned. He, who laughëd at our defeat, At our shame, at the way we did die, May he die by the same rope Learning so how this knot is made. He, who poured earth on our bones And untroubled went his way home, May he be buried with his face contorted Early in a misty and gloomy morning. The woman, who disguis'd with her smiles The embarrassment she felt at our memory, May she see ev'ry night on her face The ravages of time passing by. To ev'rybody do we bear a grudge That smells of clotted blood, What we then called pain and sorrow Is a question left without an answer. [traduzione di Riccardo Venturi] |