We are history
no one feels offended
we are this meadow of needles under the sky
we are history
attention no one feels excluded.
We are history we
we are these waves of the sea
this noise that breaks the silence
this silence so hard to chew
and then they tell you
everyone is the same
everyone steals in the same way
but it's just a way to convince you
to stay locked inside the house
when the evening comes
but the story doesn't really stop in front of a door
/>history enters rooms, burns them
history transforms right from wrong.
History is us
it is we who write the letters
it is we who have everything to to win, everything to lose
and then the people, because it is the people who make history
when it comes to choosing and going
you find them all with their eyes open
who know very well what to do
those who have read millions of books
and those who can't even speak
and that's why the story gives shivers
because no one can stop it .
We are the story
we are the fathers and sons
we are those people and we are leaving
history has no hiding places
history does not pass by the hand
history is us
it is us
this wheat dish