Testo di September 2001

There's something That upsets man More than anything else, A word is not enough To define it. Hate, fear, terror, anguish, Anger and bitterness, The will to hit back, The desperation for the deads, Rancour exploding Towards the guilty heads. Ideological hate. Implacable. Always present through the centuries. The vile and brutal scorn for life. Billions of people that think, Talk and suffer From the same incredible event Rit. Only one point. Nothing else. We are here powerless. We would like To not be part of this history, But we are. And we're on one side, inevitably. We're humans, man/men/wolves. The world revolves In the same old way. Life will never change. Never. And God will have pity and mercy For our souls, God will have pity and mercy Even for theirs. For this reason we'll fight, Aware of the mistake We're about to make