PSM

I think back to that awakening at home with the police
And to my eyes that saw them take you away
Among curses and saints, on the street the flashing lights
Tears shone brighter than diamonds
Strong moments but the looks cannot be erased
And I recognized you in the car with those bastards
Another scar on the heart, not on my body
Without you, this pain will have no comfort
For every pig and every scoundrel, a notch on the ring
This song bears the name of every brother of mine
Inside a cell in the silence of isolation
You will hear the name shouted when the wind whistles
Darker every night, a damn anguish
And there's no way to understand it if you haven't lived it
With clenched teeth, the calendar runs in my hand
For Zizza, Dario, Filippo, Gionnino, and Graziano

A slap won't be enough, a cell won't be enough
The cold in the mouth of the barrel of a revolver
Washing away the spilled blood won't be enough
Hatred remains indelible, it doesn't erase
You can erase a name, huh?, bury the evidence, huh?
The anger of those who remain, no, you can't erase the sun
In a flash, it's already clear after the storm
You know we'll come back when the temperature rises
On the stage of the venue, inside the courtroom
In the eyes of a companion who doesn't want to talk
At the stadium and in every yard, in the speakers of your bar
For the life we ​​lead and that doesn't want to change
Until every uniform is on its knees
For the abuses and tortures for every single dead
Until there are tears on the bodies
Aban & Bull Brigade PSM: More dead cops