Varsavia [English translation]

While it's night in Warsaw it's raining heavily

Lightning and thunder that split the sky

which is darker than the veil that covers death

they've closed the doors in Warsaw

at home somebody's crying

someone else would like to make love

how can I, honey, hold you on my heart

if tonight you can die in Warsaw

how can I, honey, hold you on my heart

if tonight you can die in Warsaw.

They've killed a 20-year-old boy 1

they've killed him out of rage or fear

because of that honest look in his eyes

because he was a future force

on the square I've seen many flowers

trampled and scattered with fury

by those who use the law and the stick

and on the others he claims to be the master

by those who use the law and the stick

and on the others he claims to be the master.

Upon the altar there's a black Madonna 2

but it's the white miner's hand 3

who has signed bills to the faith of a world

on the skin of a people already tired

sick to death of churches and prophets

from side to side all the same

because in the trenches

there's the people

not the heads of state or the generals,

because in the trenches

there's the people

not the bishops and not even the cardinals.

They've betrayed us and they did it again and again

with cynicism and determination

they've sent to prison brothers and comrades

and they've put a leash on the illusion

there's no master people

there's still no winning people

but only a bunch of poor people

to humiliate and to make powerless,

but only a bunch of poor people

to bend and to make obedient.

And for everyone today is a bad day

too many guilty people are defending themselves

too much anger for those who stll live with hope

in a world that, you see, is falling apart

it's a night and in Warsaw it's raining heavily

a rain coming down on the pain

how can I, honey, hold you on my heart

if tonight you can die in Warsaw

How can I, honey, hold you on my heart

if tonight you can die in Warsaw.

1. the reference is to Grzegorz Przemyk, a 19-year-old poet, that in May 1983 was massacred and killed by members of the political regime police. Grzegorz Przemyk was the son of the famous anticommunist opposition activist Barbara Sadowska. Grzegorz Przemyk's funeral became a demonstration against the regime. The funeral was celebrated by Father Jerzy Popiełuszko, killed by the political police in October 1984 as well. 2. Madonna of Czestochowa 3. the white miner's hand is that of Pope John Paul II

• Artist:Pierangelo Bertoli
• Album:Dalla finestra