Osposidda [English translation]

Flares of fire,

five cold corpses:

they painted the place in red

in cursed hours.

Heavy bullets have fallen

amidst thyme fronds.

Who will mourn for you,

dead of Osposidda?

Blindly, weapons

have burned the flowers:

the obsequies are denied

to the unlucky ones.

A last sparkle

goes out in the well:

who will mourn for you,

dead of Osposidda?

Honking the horn, they carry

you around till the highway:

men are treated like

skins of wild boars.

The mercy sucked

a bitter breast:

who will mourn for you,

dead of Osposidda?

Warm blood is gushing

from your heart:

not even a gold medal

you’ve got, Vincent.

They are crying in sobs

children and wife:

who will mourn for you,

dead of Osposidda?

How long will it take,

still, my brother,

before we’ll come out

of barbarity?

And the women of the village

won’t sing the dirge anymore?

Who will mourn for you,

dead of Osposidda?

Brother!