La Mia Terra - Talco

Nel dolor che ora mi percuote

Riapro solchi per rimembrar

Note gesta spacciate a ignote

Per delizie di plastica

Circondato da fari spenti

Da sbadati sbitti e giornal

Che sbranavan virtuosi intenti

Depistando crude realta'

E' la storia della mia terra

Affrancata da maschere

Che pur di arrancar sottoterra

Fa moral al non vivere

E' il far volubile di aspre menti

Che nel giorno che va a svuotar

Il naufragio di male genti

Li' si cela o non vi ha a che far

E il terror che or sol vedo arretrar

E' una terra che non ha osato imparar

Paroliere che mena arringa

Continuando a lustrar fetor

Giusto prima che il tempo stringa

Nel sfatare ogni suo pudor

Tengo fede alle sue pretese

Poiche' osservo il suo tessitor

Che a pugnetta di bel paese

Mio fratello ridusse allor

Gia' la vedo a caccia di eredi

A cercar obbligo a cagion

Di roncorrer millanta piedi

Da lustar per trovar ragion

A una vita di stolte menti

Che nel giorno che va a svuotar

In naufragio di false genti

Li' si cela o non vi ha a che far

E il terror che ora vedo arreso

E' una terra che non ha mai osato imparare

Ed ora che fiero rendo vigor

A un riposo di fraterna passion

Corro attorno ad un fil sottile a ricordar

Di una terra che ha ancor timore di andar

In the pain that now strikes me

I reopen furrows to remember

Notes deeds passed off to unknown persons

For plastic delights

Surrounded by unlit headlights

By careless sbitti and journal

Who devoured virtuous intentions

Misleading crude reality

It is the story of my land

Freed from masks

What to trudge underground

It moralizes not to live

It is the fickle making of bitter minds

That in the day that goes to empty

The shipwreck of evil people

There it is hidden or has nothing to do with it

And the terror that I now only see retreating

It is a land that did not dare to learn

Lyricist who leads harangue

Continuing to lustrar fetor

Just before time runs out

In debunking all his modesty

I live up to its claims

As I observe his weaver

What a handful of beautiful country

My brother then reduced

I already see her hunting for heirs

To seek obligation by cause

Of roncorrer boastful feet

From lustar to find reason

To a life of foolish minds

That in the day that goes to empty

In the shipwreck of false people

There it is hidden or has nothing to do with it

And the terror that I now see surrendered

It is a land that has never dared to learn

And now that I proudly render vigor

To a rest of fraternal passion

I run around a thin thread to remember

Of a land that is still afraid to go