Lyrics of Pobre Patria - Franco Battiato

Pobre Patria (original)

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, cuantos perfectos inutiles bufones
En esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado
Acaso no sentís nada de pena
Ante esos cuerpos tendidos sin vida?
No cambiará, no cambiarà
No cambiarà, quizá cambiará
Y como excusarlos, las hienas de la prensa y las de los estadios
Chapoteando en el fango como cerdos
Yo me avergüenzo un poco y me hace daño
Ver a los hombres como animales
No cambiará, no cambiarà
Sí cambiará verás que cambiará
Esperamos que el mundo vuelva a cotas más normales
Que pueda contemplar con calma el cielo
Que no se hable más de dictaduras
Quizá tendremos que ir tirando
Mientras la primavera tarda aún en llegar

(translation)

My poor country, crushed by abuses of power
Of infamous people who do not know modesty
The almighty owners are believed
And they think that everything belongs to them
The rulers, how many perfect useless buffoons
In this land that pain has ravaged
Perhaps you do not feel any sorrow
Before those bodies lying lifeless?
It won't change, it won't change
It won't change, maybe it will change
And how to excuse them, the hyenas of the press and those of the stadiums
Splashing in the mud like pigs
I am a little embarrassed and it hurts me
See men as animals
It won't change, it won't change
Yes it will change you will see that it will change
We hope that the world returns to more normal levels
That I can calmly contemplate the sky
Let there be no more talk of dictatorships
Maybe we'll have to go pulling
While spring is still a long time coming