We have no place to go,
I do know.
But you can’t chain a crow
Not really, no.
Say no more,
Hit the core!
I missed my only chance.
All at once
I say him passing by
I couldn’t go.
You’re in train,
Hold the pain!
Ave, morituri te
Salutant.
His eyes were blue and calm,
Still donno
Why, when he showed his hand,
I said “No”.
Slain the guards,
Take the arms!
I’ve heard of a forest,
A river bed.
Nothing like a home but
We can rest.
Be ourselves,
Maybe free!
Freedom is not for me
It can’t be.
Together
We have hope,
Alone we’ll die.
This is why
Now we say:
“Show us the way!”
Six thousand wooden crosses
on the Appian way.
Its Crassus golden cage for
His birds of pray.
We do not need a plan
No more than
A wolf or a tiny flea
Broken free
Raise your arm
Claim a break!
Well he knew those glances.
Dusty days,
Night of l***, bad romances
went astray.
Pity no,
No regrets.
They say he’s dead, they cry,
(but) What am I?
Now he’s gone
From quick men’s memory.
Sand ‘n’ chains,
Rome needs order ‘n’ games.
All is cold,
Freedom against gold.
Not a trace,
Right men in the wrong place.
Twenty centuries have passed by now
No more crosses on Appian way
bones lay scattered around,
souls fade away.
Twenty centuries have passed by now,
world’s no better place to stay
Spartacus’ gone forever,
We’re still half way.