Rwanda [English translation]

I wanted to live my life, working and loving,

as I always used to do, as I always used to do,

but war - with its senseless laws - chose in our stead,

and paradise became hell.

Feeling different and looking the same.

But how can you live, if you can't breathe?

But tell me: how can you live without oxygen?

They called us - by definition - leftovers of the human race,

and - even worse - they left us alone at the mercy of the wind.

And the river is now carrying its dead westward, westward.

And the river is now carrying its dead westward.

But how can you live, if you can't breathe?

But tell me: how can you live without oxygen?

When the silence will burst out, this land will have turned into a desert already.

When the end will come, history won't foot the bill.

This cold, frozen moon seems so close now,

facing the human folly, which knows no truce nor compassion.

But what is fear, after all, when the real enemy, the real enemy, is the sleep of reason?

Because you can't live if you can't breathe.

But tell me: how can you live without oxygen?

When the silence will burst out, this land will have turned into a desert already.

When the end will come, history won't foot the bill.

When the silence will burst out, this land will have turned into a desert already.

When the end will come, history won't foot the bill.

• Artist:Paola Turci