Translation of the song lyrics Bianchi e neri - Nomadi

Bianchi e neri (original)

Erano giorni terribili, la guerra divampava
un mostro spaventoso, la gente divorava
fratello contro fratello, odio contro amore
uomini venivano uccisi solo per un colore.
Ma un uomo nel suo giardino
la speranza coltivava
tutti i suoi fratelli con amore aiutava
anche lui aveva un’idea: con coraggio la portava
ma su tutto amava la vita
contro tutti lottava.
Cos¬ un giorno vide un nero moribondo
fece proprio di tutto per riportarlo al mondo
per questo i bianchi pensarono
che fosse un collaborazionista
il suo nome scrissero sopra una lunga lista.
Un giorno un bianco fuggiasco
alla sua porta andІ a bussare
per cercare scampo alla morte
da lui si fece salvare,
cos¬ anche i neri lo odiarono,
giurarono vendetta
perch© chi non era con loro
doveva morire in fretta.
In una notte di luna
l’uomo buono camminava
sopra il crinale di un monte,
che due valli divideva,
da una parte i bianchi lo spiavano,
pronti a colpirlo al cuore
dall’altra i neri stavano
per placare il loro furore.
Partirono due colpi assieme
cadde con gli occhi al cielo
sul suo sguardo stupito
si stese un lieve velo.
I neri felici esultarono
come i bianchi a loro volta,
ma essi non sapevano
che la piet era morta.

(translation)

Those were terrible days, the war was raging
a frightening monster, people devoured
brother against brother, hate against love
men were killed for one color only.
But a man in his garden
hope nurtured
all his brothers helped him with love
he too had an idea: he carried it with courage
but above all he loved life
he fought against them all.
So one day he saw a dying black man
he did everything he could to bring him back to the world
that's why the whites thought
that he was a collaborator
his name wrote him on a long list.
One day a white runaway
she knocked on his door
to seek escape from death
he let himself be saved,
so even the blacks hated him,
they swore revenge
because who was not with them
he had to die quickly.
On a moonlit night
the good man walked
on the crest of a mountain,
that divided two valleys,
on one side the whites spied on him,
ready to hit him in the heart
on the other, the blacks stood
to appease their fury.
Two shots went off together
he fell with his eyes to the sky
on his astonished gaze
a light veil spread.
The happy blacks cheered
like whites in turn,
but they didn't know
that the pity was dead.