Generale [English translation]

General, behind the hill

there is the night dark and murderer,

and in the middle of the meadow there's a farmer,

bent in the sunset she looks like a little girl,

fifty years and five children,

brought into this world like rabbits,

(they) left for the world as soldiers

and (they are) not back yet.

General, behind the station

you see it, the train that used to take to the sun,

it doesn't make stops anymore not even to piss,

you go straight home without thinking anymore,

that war is beautiful even if it hurts,

that we'll go back to sing

and to have the nurses make love, love to us.

General, the war is over,

the enemy has fles, is won, is defeated,

behind the hill there's nobody anymore,

only pine needles and silence and mushrooms

good to eat, good to dry,

to make sauce when Christmas comes,

when children cry

and they don't want to go to sleep.

General, these five stars,

these five tears on my skin

how do they make sense in the noise of this train,

that is half empty and half full

and goes fast towards the return,

in two minutes it's almost day,

it's almost home, it's almost love.

• Artist:Vasco Rossi