It's obvious that it ended this way: a disgusting country Defeated to that point That it thinks to be entitled Not to restrain itself. And meanwhile, above all of us The jackals are scratching And everybody's tipping the wink. Although we're accustomed to being treated like dirt We couldn’t have found worse masters Than those we already have. If you start to bite the hand that has been feeding you up to today* You're sharing the general relief we have already experienced. That food is more and more hard-won and tasteless But they tell us it's going to be rationed soon And perhaps it already has been...
FIRE You won't find enough fire To tame this pestilence Not in the stars, not even in the terrestrial abysses. Italy the Great Whore Crowned with snow-clad peaks You can contemplate from a distance Like an eagle with its nailed wings And to hear some mouths honouring our flag is just nauseating; With all those dead on their conscience, It will wave in a bad air*...
But how did we reach this bottom? I can’t believe it Just like the cuckold Always facing accomplished facts Now you can swear, if you want. An ancient servants' cunning has not helped us for some time And it's not surprising that for the lack of this behavior there's nothing left To risk or gamble upon... You're waiting for a day of reckoning that will never come But how does one expect for such a herd to rouse and revolt? If the worst comes, everyone will make an imaginary list Including all the true or supposed bastards who will have to pay In case that day will come...
EMPTINESS You will never stop falling, Every time it’s a lesser evil That we must swallow Until the next is worse They pretend to convince us that This usual rape is but a compromise. Yes, I remain a patriot but just when I 'm with myself. I live in an Ideal State*** between the walls of my room To call for the curtain to fall is normal, when a farce has lasted long enough...