L'Italia Ai Negri!
Affluente
Italy to the Blacks!
The dirt of their existence
Will pour onto those who cannot understand
An irony in our eyes,
Torpor of necessity.
A hurrah! of the World Bank's blackmails
Down, always further down
Into the senseless void.
Will in wanting what?
Here there is only, cold light
And fear triumphs over love.
It always wins!
The fanatic God, son of chaos
Resonates with the mockery on which it feeds
While we move away
In this dirty world
Full of white usurpation.
To whom Italy?
Italy to the blacks!
