LYRIC

Time is not the cure for every kind of human mistakes
And there's no a commandment
Xixth century: the "British-Pax" was an illusion
'Cause thy controlled all misery

They control, they control our voice: war goes on
They control, they control our choice: war goes on

Balcan question, under aggression
What about British-balance there?
Russian aggression, German domination
… What about crazy Italy?

They control, they control our voice: war goes on
They control, they control our choice: war goes on
War goes on, on our blood, on our broken cries
… On our fantasy, on our hands, on our little eyes

Four years to fight, four years to kill these guys
Four years to save their own economies
Four years to say: "German will pay"
The price will be another tragedy
One year to see Russian destiny
Became a new way of existence
One year to see the you. S. A. To be
A new balance of euro-system

They control, they control our voice: war goes on
They control, they control our choice: war goes on
War goes on, on our blood, on our broken cries
… On our fantasy, on our hands, on our little eyes

[Solo: D'Eramo]

Their control-point is invisible from here
Take a look behind you, they control you everyday

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