Campo santo [English translation]

War and peace are hidden in the earth,

from the people: history and will too.

An inheritance of a child, an elder and their home

and in my song: melodies of reflection.

Over the years they inhabit you, fighting over you,

mankind plays with you by selling you like this,

your root carries the blood of the hero and the drum,

of the poet and the troubadour, of hope and of prayer.

My cemetery of ivy and honey,

of suffering and eternal old age.

It knows how to forget,

it knows how to remember.

My cemetery of dream and courage,

where the remains of my lover take shelter,

it is on my faithful land

where I will exist.

They will give your various names

and in you they shall heal.

They will lose many souls

but will gain them too.

They will fill your white peace with colors,

they will take away your freedom,

in the end you will always be there.

My cemetery of ivy and honey,

of suffering and eternal old age.

It knows how to forget,

it knows how to remember.

• Artist:Kabah
• Album:Esperanto [1998]