Paroles et traduction Franco Battiato - Pobre Patria

Pobre Patria

Mi pobre Patria, aplastada por abusos del poder
De gente infame que no conoce el pudor,
Se creen los duenos todopoderosos
Y piensan que todo les pertenece.
Los gobernantes, cu? ntos perfectos e inutiles bufones
En esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado
Pero es que no sent? s nada de pena
Ante esos cuerpos tendidos sin vida?
No cambiar?, no cambiar?
No cambiar?, quiz? cambiar?.
Y c? mo excusarlos, las hienas en estadios y aqu? llas
De la prensa chapoteando en el fango como cerdos.
Yo me averg? enzo un poco y me hace dano
Ver a los hombre como animales.
No cambiar?, no cambiar?
No cambiar?, quiz? cambiar?.
Esperamos que el mundo vueva a cotas m? s normales,
Que pueda contemplar con calma el cielo
Que nunca m? s se hable de dictaduras,
Porque quiz? tendremos que ir tirando
Mientras la primavera tarda a? n en llegar.

My Poor Homeland

My poor homeland, crushed by the abuse of power
By vile people who know no shame,
They believe themselves to be all-powerful masters
And think that everything belongs to them.
The rulers, how many perfect and useless buffoons
In this land that sorrow has devastated
But do you not feel any pity
Before those bodies lying lifeless?
No change, no change?
No change, perhaps change?.
And how to excuse them, the hyenas in stadiums and those
Of the press splashing in the mud like pigs.
I feel a little ashamed and it hurts me
To see men as animals.
No change, no change?
No change, perhaps change?.
We hope that the world will return to more normal levels,
That I may contemplate the sky in peace
That never again may we speak of dictatorships,
Because perhaps we will have to keep going
While spring is still slow to arrive.