Pobre Patria - Franco Battiato

Mi pobre Patria, aplastada por abusos del poder

De gente infame que no conoce el pudor

Se creen los dueños todopoderosos

Y piensan que les pertenece todo

Los gobernantes, cuantos perfectos inutiles bufones

En esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado

Acaso no sentís nada de pena

Ante esos cuerpos tendidos sin vida?

No cambiará, no cambiarà

No cambiarà, quizá cambiará

Y como excusarlos, las hienas de la prensa y las de los estadios

Chapoteando en el fango como cerdos

Yo me avergüenzo un poco y me hace daño

Ver a los hombres como animales

No cambiará, no cambiarà

Sí cambiará verás que cambiará

Esperamos que el mundo vuelva a cotas más normales

Que pueda contemplar con calma el cielo

Que no se hable más de dictaduras

Quizá tendremos que ir tirando

Mientras la primavera tarda aún en llegar

My poor country, crushed by abuses of power

Of infamous people who do not know modesty

The almighty owners are believed

And they think that everything belongs to them

The rulers, how many perfect useless buffoons

In this land that pain has ravaged

Perhaps you do not feel any sorrow

Before those bodies lying lifeless?

It won't change, it won't change

It won't change, maybe it will change

And how to excuse them, the hyenas of the press and those of the stadiums

Splashing in the mud like pigs

I am a little embarrassed and it hurts me

See men as animals

It won't change, it won't change

Yes it will change you will see that it will change

We hope that the world returns to more normal levels

That I can calmly contemplate the sky

Let there be no more talk of dictatorships

Maybe we'll have to go pulling

While spring is still a long time coming