Muerte Accidental De Un Anarquista
Los Muertos de Cristo
Accidental Death of an Anarchist
Throats roar in the demonstration,
Thousands are the voices that shout:
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
Sirens sound,
Everything is under control,
An infiltrator among the crowd,
Incites provocation.
Whistles sound, there's an order to charge,
The crowd prepares, the battle begins.
But something happens,
A heartbreaking cry is heard,
Murderers, murderers!
The demonstration shouts,
But something happens, there's chaos, confusion,
On the ground lies inert an anonymous fighter.
And there, on the asphalt,
The dead body of a young libertarian.
And there, on the asphalt,
The dead body of a young libertarian.
History repeats itself,
Dario Fo already wrote it.
Accidental death of an anarchist,
Accidental death of a young idealist.
It was just a coincidence,
It's all been a mistake,
Press and television manipulate,
And here nothing happened,
Silence a good alibi,
Everything is well orchestrated,
Let's call it an accident,
The state terrorism.
But there, on the asphalt,
The dead body of a young libertarian.
And as I breathe, tears jump,
For the helplessness that tears my soul apart.
History repeats itself,
Dario Fo already wrote it.
Accidental death of an anarchist,
Accidental death of a young idealist.
A rose has been trampled,
For being called freedom,
And its red-colored petals,
Dye the streets of Genoa.
You can imprison us,
You can torture us,
You can murder us,
But you will never silence the voice
Of solidarity.
Because once again:
Throats roar in the demonstration,
Thousands are the voices that shout:
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
No!
No to globalization!
No!
