The man with the megaphone

by Daniele Silvestri

(from Before Being A Man – 1995)

 

A man with a megaphone spoke, spoke, spoke about important things.

Unfortunately some passers-by, inattentively passing by, seemed to listen to his monologue

Only at intervals, but the man with the megaphone believed in his arguments,

Thus he went on, ignoring the frequent remarks of the ones who took him for a madman…

But the fact is that he… suffered… he really… suffered.

 

The man with the megaphone tried, hoped, strove to pierce cement walls

And in the wind he shouted words about warning and fight, but his voice was broken

And his coughing lengthened the pauses, it sounded like he would be gone in few moments

And instead he recovered his voice again, his voice again…

 

Comrades, friends! Let’s join voices! Justice! Progress! Right now! Right now!

 

The man and his megaphone looked like they were apart from the world, him being so thin

And deep as well as ridiculous. A look of a man who is really concerned about something

And cries out a real agony, not because of a private and trivial break-down,

But just because of love and hate, which give colour and warmth,

Colour and warmth, but he… suffered… he really… suffered.

 

Comrades, friends! Let’s join voices! Justice! Progress! Right now! Right now!