Mockba 993 - Banda Bassotti

Mockba '993:

Sopra le citt?

della gloriosa stella rossa dell’oriente

non risplende pi?

il sole che scaldava la povera gente

sta cambiando l’aria il vento dell’ovest non si fermer?

fino a quando guerra odio e sfruttamento si respirer?

Dalle montagne fino al mare

calpesteranno l’uomo i piedi della propriet?

Quando tu vedrai

la fame entrare nelle case della gente

e ti accorgerai

di te al freddo non gliene importa niente

mafia et CIA

polvere di stelle

vite prender?

cacheranno soldi

sopra la tua pelle

i cani dello zar

Quale giustizia e libert?

costruiranno sulla fame e la povert?

Ottobre vedr?

volare bassi gli avvoltoi dell’occidente

facce di operai

al muro insieme all’uguaglianza tra la gente

tra le cannonate

e l’asfalto rosso

Ilijc partir?

andr?

per il mondo

cercher?

il suo amore

Solidariet?

Sopra il fumo e le macerie

un corvo bianco indosser?

la camicia nera

Mosca '993, signor padrone mi ricorder?

di te…

Come un partigiano

Tovaric non si arrende

col martello in mano

Tovaric si difende

scender?

la notte con lo sfruttamento sopra le citt?

ma la nostra idea si alzer?

ogni giorno e camminer?

tra chi mangia polvere e sudore

tra chi resiste tra chi non dimenticher?

Mosca '993 signor padrone mi ricorder?

di te

Mockba '993:

Above the cities?

of the glorious red star of the east

does not shine more?

the sun that warmed the poor people

the air is changing, will the west wind not stop?

until when war, hatred and exploitation will breathe?

From the mountains to the sea

will man trample the feet of the property?

When you will see

hunger entering people's homes

and you will notice

he doesn't care about you in the cold

mafia and CIA

Stardust

screw take?

they will shit money

over your skin

the dogs of the tsar

What justice and freedom?

will they build on hunger and poverty?

October will see?

the vultures of the West fly low

faces of workers

against the wall together with equality among the people

between the cannon fire

and the red asphalt

Will I leave?

will go

for the world

will look for?

his of him love

Solidarity?

Above the smoke and rubble

a white crow will wear?

the black shirt

Moscow '993, sir, will I remember?

of you…

Like a partisan

Tovaric does not give up

with hammer in hand

Tovaric defends himself

go down?

the night with the exploitation over the cities?

but our idea will rise?

every day and walk?

among those who eat dust and sweat

among those who resist among those who will not forget?

Moscow '993 sir master will remind me?

of you