Canzoni contro la guerra - La Brigata Lolli

Over chewing buffalos, over a century-old civilization
Over the red flags, over the portraits of prophetes,
Over the portraits of Mandarines,
Over the motionless tombs of ancient emperors.
It's covering a continent, it's running to the seashore,
it covers all the sky within human eyesight and goes,
it goes, it goes!
Over the seagulls flying that fall down into the waters,
Over the fish floating that cover all of the shore, it goes,
it goes, it goes!
The fishermen cast an eye to the livid, livid sky:
the waves seem to stand still, only silence can be heard
and the nets are full of silver-grey dead bodies.
Then the clouds open and the rain slowly falls out
Over the house roofs, over the stone-layed roads,
Over the dying trees, over the drying fields,
Over the children, over the herds that drink of it,
Over the deserted shores, a poisonous rain
that kills slowly, a rain without a rainbow, and it goes,
it goes, it goes!