La Storia

The story is us, let no one feel offended,
we are us this field of needles under the sky.
The story is us, attention, let no one feel excluded.
The story is us, we are us these waves in the sea,
this noise that breaks the silence,
this silence so hard to chew.
And then they tell you "Everyone is the same,
everyone steals in the same way".
But it's just a way to convince you
to stay closed inside the house when evening comes.
But the story doesn't really stop at a gate,
the story enters the rooms, burns them,
the story proves wrong and right.
The story is us, we are the ones who write the letters,
we are the ones who have everything to win, everything to lose.
And then the people, (because it's the people who make history)
when it comes to choosing and going,
you find them all with open eyes,
who know very well what to do.
Those who have read millions of books
and those who don't even know how to speak,
and that's why history gives chills,
because no one can stop it.
The story is us, we are us fathers and sons,
we are us, bella ciao, who leave.
The story has no hiding places,
the story doesn't back down.
The story is us, we are us this plate of wheat.