Franco Battiato — Pobre Patria song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Patria" by Franco Battiato.
Lyrics
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, cuántos perfectos e inútiles bufones
en esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado
¿Acaso no sentís nada de pena
ante esos cuerpos tendidos sin vida?
No cambiará, no cambiará
no cambiará, quizácambiará
Y cómo excusarlos, las hienas en estadios y aquéllas
de la prensa chapoteando en el fango como cerdos
Yo me avergüenzo un poco y me hace daño
ver a los hombres como animales
No cambiará, no cambiará
no cambiará, quizácambiará
Esperamos que el mundo vuelva a cotas más normales,
que pueda contemplar con calma el cielo
que nunca más se hable de dictaduras,
porque quizátendremos que ir tirando
mientras la primavera tarda aún en llegar.
Lyrics translation
My poor country, crushed by abuses of power
of infamous people who don't know modesty,
they believe the Almighty owners
and they think they own everything
The rulers, how many perfect and useless buffoons
in this land that pain has devastated
Don't you feel any pity
before those bodies lying lifeless?
It won't change, it won't change
it won't change, maybe it will.
And how to excuse them, hyenas in stadiums and those
from the press splashing in the mud like pigs
I'm a little embarrassed and hurt
seeing men as animals
It won't change, it won't change
it won't change, maybe it will.
We expect the world to return to more normal heights,
that I can calmly contemplate the sky
never speak of dictatorships again,
'cause maybe we'll have to pull
while spring is still a long time coming.