Gli Altri Siamo Noi

I've never been more alone than this
it's night but I wish it were early Monday
with others together with me to make the city
with others closed in themselves that open up to the sun
like flowers when they awaken they dress up
when they go out, they leave, they arrive
they resemble us, angels vultures
like mirrors the eyes in the faces
because we are the others.

The walls come down
at the breath of an idea
Allah like Jesus in church or inside a mosque
and we are the others but here on the same path
cowardly heroes we leave behind
pieces of other knots
that wait for us and wonder why they are born
and immediately die
maybe swallows leaves of Africa
smile at us with melancholy
everyone victims and executioners
eventually we are the others.

When they sing
when they cry
we are the others
we are we are
when they are born
when they die
we are the others.

In this world we are the others.

We are the others.
We are the others.
We are the others.
We are the others.

We who are in comfortable deserts
of apartments and tranquility
far from the others
but eventually we are the others
in this small world by now
we are the others
we are the others
we are the others
we are the others
we are the others.

Yes we are the others
among the Indians and the Hindus
boys in pharmacies who can't take it anymore
families of workers laid off by robots
and Eastern gypsies in peripheral reserves
we are all victims and executioners
eventually we are the others.

The Amazon
South Africa
we are the others
we are we are
when they shoot
when they hope
we are the others
we are we are
they are the others
we are the others.

In this world we are the others.

In this small world by now
we are the others
in this world we are the others.