Hey, brother,
do you remember?
When our world t’was
just the s***e
between us.
Scared, hungry and cold
I looked for
They river carries
two children, alone
Silvia’s cry
fades away
along the river.
Soft tear dropping
in my dreams.
I see her eyes.
nothing else
it did survive.
Acca’s hair were dark,
Large breast and broader smile.
Arms strong and kind,
she smelt of honey ‘n’ milk.
“She-wolf!”, hailed the men.
I was a child,
I hated them.
But she didn’t care,
She held us tight,
And she was there.
Simple people , strong and rough.
Our people, all what we’ve got.
We learnt the sword and the plough.
Revenge is tasteless.
One falls, one raises.
Build a city
Doomed to last.
Deep dig the trench
That none will pass.
What have you done?
Soldier no!!
But it’s too late,
Or it was fate…
Lemuralia (I) don’t need,
Lethe is deep enough
To forget and forgive.
Kings do not cry,
Brother, good bye…
Slowly flow Tinber tonight,
Through woods, sands and marshes,
sing an ancient lullaby
For a child is cold
needs a hand to hold.