Deaf and merciless sirens
Gave the sad notice,
While the sunset flooded
The desert streets
With obscure portents.
Power games upon us,
Upon those men armed with romantic ideals.
Whatever is the reward
It will never pay back the right price.
We will be ready to celebrate victory
And we will happily toast on our ruins.
Few will manage to redeem themselves from poverty,
To rejoice at glory, although infinite.
A harsh sirens’ echo
On open wounds.
We were waiting powerless for the enemy attack,
Maybe for the last time.
Power games upon us,
Upon harmed childhood, irremediably violated.
Who is going to pay for this?
Who will bear its marks?
We will be ready to celebrate victory
And we will happily toast on our ruins.
Few will manage to redeem themselves from poverty,
To rejoice at glory, although infinite.
Losers and winners,
We will rebuild.
Losers and winners.