Windmills

(Carmen dedicated this song to Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino, two judges who became heroes as they lost their lives  fighting for justice against Sicilian mafia)

 

I am sorry

For this voice, worn-out

By smoking and fatigue and for this

Decaying attitude.

 

I am sorry

For this shabby and sadly

Neglected looking. Time going by

Will bestow wisdom and common sense.

 

My revolution is as pointless as rain

On wet ground, like building on sand

And it will stay

Without praise or blame…

 

I am sorry

If I do not benefit from the doubt

And from the cowardly silence. Time going by

Will restore honour to truth.

 

My revolution is as pointless as rain

On wet ground, like building on sand

And it will stay

Without praise or blame…

 

My revolution already seems like

A tilt at windmills

And it will not bring

Medals for valour…

 

My revolution is as pointless as rain

On wet ground, like building on sand

And it will stay

Without praise or blame…

 

My revolution already seems like

A tilt at windmills

And it will not bring

Medals for valour…