The pride’s becoming shame

Please let me know
What’s going on
Now that all the mothers are calling
And there’s new tomorrow falling
Here

Why here I was born?
Where then I will fall?
I found answers in my inside
But all seems so weak around me
Now

I never spoke about my Country 
Italy was just a place 
Where just for a simple case 
I was born 

But in these days I’m so angry 
That the pride’s becoming shame 
And sometimes the only chances 
Seem to escape 

Please you right there
Stop to be wrong
Don’t you see the people crying
And children being by then tired
Here

I’m not one of those
Full of complains and odds
But can my scream be so loud to
Go over the fields and reach you
Now?

I never spoke about my Country 
Italy was just a place 
Where just for a simple case 
I was born 

But in these days I’m so angry 
That the pride’s becoming shame 
And sometimes the only chances 
Seem to escape