
Date of issue: 21.06.1999
Song language: English
The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti |
Here’s to you, Nicola and Bart |
Rest forever here in our hearts |
The last and final moment is yours |
That agony is your triumph |
II. |
Father, yes, I am a prisoner |
Fear not to relay my crime |
The crime is loving the forsaken |
Only silence is shame |
And now I’ll tell you what’s against us An art that’s lived for centuries |
Go through the years and you will find |
What’s blackened all of history |
Against us is the law |
With its immensity of strength and power |
Against us is the law! |
Police know how to make a man |
A guilty or an innocent |
Against us is the power of police! |
The shameless lies that men have told |
Will ever more be paid in gold |
Against us is the power of the gold! |
Against us is racial hatred |
And the simple fact that we are poor |
My father dear, I am a prisoner |
Don’t be ashamed to tell my crime |
The crime of love and brotherhood |
And only silence is shame |
With me I have my love, my innocence, |
The workers, and the poor |
For all of this I’m safe and strong |
And hope is mine |
Rebellion, revolution don’t need dollars |
They need this instead |
Imagination, suffering, light and love |
And care for every human being |
You never steal, you never kill |
You are a part of hope and life |
The revolution goes from man to man |
And heart to heart |
And I sense when I look at the stars |
That we are children of life |
Death is small |