Dio È Morto

I saw
People my age go away
Along roads that lead nowhere,
Looking for the dream that leads to madness
In search of something they can't find
In the world they already have, inside the nights soaked in wine
Inside rooms turned into pillboxes
Along the smoke clouds of a city-made world
Being against swallowing our tired civilization
And a god that is dead
On the edges of the streets god is dead
In cars bought on installments god is dead
In the summer myths god is dead...

They told me
That my generation no longer believes
In what they often masked with faith
In the eternal myths of the homeland or the hero
Because the time has come to deny
All that is falsehood, faith made of habit and fear
A politics that is only about climbing the ladder
Self-interested respectability, dignity made of emptiness
The hypocrisy of those who always side with reason and never with wrong
And a god that is dead
In the extermination camps god is dead
With the myths of race god is dead
With party hatred god is dead...

But I think
That my generation is ready
For a new world and a newly born hope
For a future already in hand
For a revolt without weapons
Because we all know now
That if god dies it's for three days and then rises again
In what we believe god has risen
In what we want god has risen
In the world we will create god has risen...