Hearing Italy’s lyrics, knowing that they were directly addressing Manchester and other terrorist attacks, are beautiful. If you couldn’t understand the song in its original language, if you want to take a minute to read then I promise you it’s worth it.
Now they don’t know what time it is in Cairo
The sun on La Rambla today isn’t the same
In France, there’s a concert, people having fun
Someone sings powerfully, someone screams at death
In London it always rains, but today it doesn’t hurt
The sky makes no exception, even for a funeral
In Nice, the sea is red with fire and shame
With people on the asphalt and blood in the sewer
And this enormous body that we call Earth
Wounded to its core form Asia to England
Galaxies of people dispersed in space
But the most important space is that of an embrace
Of mothers without sons, sons without fathers
Of faces lit up like walls without pictures
Minutes of silence, broken by a voice
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t done anything to me
You’ve taken nothing from me
This is my life, and it keeps going
Beyond everything, beyond people
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t won anything
Because there’s more than your pointless wars
There are those who make the sign of the cross and those who pray on rugs
Churches and mosques, imams and all the priests
Separate entrances to the same house
Billions of people hoping for something
Arms without hands, faces without names
Let’s swap our skin, deep down we’re all human
Because our lives aren’t a point of view
And there is no pacifist bomb
You haven’t done anything to me
You’ve taken nothing from me
This is my life, and it keeps going
Beyond everything, beyond people
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t gotten anything
Because there’s more than your pointless wars
Skyscrapers will fall, so will the metro
Walls of conflict raised for bread
But against all the terror that hinders the path
The world gets back up with the smile of a child
With the smile of a child
With the smile of a child
You haven’t done anything to me
You haven’t won anything
Because there’s more than your pointless wars
You haven’t done anything to me
Your pointless wars
You haven’t gotten anything
Your pointless wars
I know that everything won’t come back
Happiness flew
It floated away, like a bubble
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