Hearts blacks have called you,
your faces like flashes in my thoughts.
Carlo, Mikis, Paolo, Sergio, Stefano ...
the scream of a mother,
the roar of a crowd ...
and a bloody flag!
Hearts blacks have called you,
your stories have accompanied me in search of an identity, an ideal
forgotten!
Hearts blacks have called you,
now many will have forgotten
you have betrayed your brother ...
and burned that flag!
Hearts blacks have called you, but there is still
those who have not forgotten,
a mother who still cries,
a part of this people asleep, that
to scream your name,
forcefully and decisively ...
cries again ... THIS!
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