La collina [English translation]

Where has Elmer gone

he, who let himself die of fever

where Herman who was burned in a mine cave.

Where are Bert and Tom

the first killed in a brawl

and the other who came out of prision already dead.

What will be of Charley

who fell while working

from the bridge flew, and flew on the road.

They sleep, they sleep on the hill

they sleep, they sleep on the hill.

Where are Ella and Kate

both died by mistake

one of abortion, the other of love.

And Maggie killed in a brothel

by the caresses of an animal

and Edith and consumed by a strange evil.

And Lizzie, who pursued life

far away, and from England

she was brought back in this small piece of land.

They sleep, they sleep on the hill

they sleep, they sleep on the hill.

Where are the Generals

who were honored in the battles

with cemeteries of crosses on their chests,

where the children of the war

who have left for an ideal

for a scam, for a badly ended love,

they have sent home

their remains in the flags

tightly tied so that they could still seem integer.

They sleep, they sleep on the hill

they sleep, they sleep on the hill.

Where is Jones the player

who was surprised by his ninety years

and who would have still played with life.

He, who offered his face to the wind

the throat to the wine and never a thought

not money, not to heaven nor to love.

He, it still seems possible to hear him

chatting about dirty things

eat on the street in the wrong hours,

it seems again possible to hear him

tell the merchant of liquors

"You, who sell it, what better thing do you buy for yourself?"

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:Non al denaro non all’amore né al cielo (1971)