Fabrizio Moro - Pensa (lyrics) video free download

Tra un poco più mese saranno trascorsi esattamente 20 anni dalla Strage di Capaci, attentato mafioso in cui morirono il giudice Giovanni Falcone, sua moglie Francesca Morvillo e i tre agenti della scorta, Vito Schifani, Rocco Dicillo e Antonio Mortinaro.

PER NON DIMENTICARE

Next month, May 23rd, it will be the 20th anniversary of the Mass Murder of Capaci. Victims of the attack organized by the Italian Mafia: judge Giovanni Falcone, his wife Francesca Morvillo and three police officers, Vito Schifani, Rocco Dicillo and Antonio Mortinaro.

LET'S NOT FORGET

This song belongs to someone else.

Think (I've done my best to translate it properly)

Once there were men who wrote pages

Priceless notes of a lifetime that cannot be replaced

For they exposed the most corrupted among the systems,

Which had been ignored for such a long time

Men or angels that were sent on Earth

to fight a war of feuds and families spread like a bunch of marbles

On a bloody island that among a lot of wonders, among lemons and seashells

Murders sons and daughters of a generation

That has been forced not to look, not to talk too loud, to turn off the light

To comment peacefully on every bullet in the air, on every corpse in a trench

Once there were men, who one step by another left their mark,

with courage and commitment, with dedication

against an organized association, "Cosa Nostra" (Thing that belongs to us), thing that belongs to you!

What does belong to you?

It's up to us to say without restrictions that the aim of the eyes is to see , the mouth's is to talk

Ears do not just listen to music .

The head turns around and adjusts itself, it thinks

Sometimes it condemns, sometimes it forgives.

Just think, before shooting, think, before arguing and judging, try to think

Think that it's up to you to decide

Stay for just a little while, a little bit longer and think.

Once there were men, who died in their youth

But they were aware that their ideas would not have died

Among the centuries, like mighty words

Undamaged and real like tiny little miracles

Ideas of equality, ideas of education,

Against every man that overpowers the other human beings, the weaker ones

Against those who bury the conscience in the cement.

Just think, before shooting, think, before arguing and judging, try to think

Think that it's up to you to decide

Stay for just a little while, a little bit longer and think.

Once there were men that kept carrying on

Even though everything had been burned around them

For this life has no meaning at all if you're afraid of a bomb or a aimed gun

Men pass by, and so does a song

But nobody will ever stop the belief that justice is not just an illusion.

Think, before shooting, think, before arguing and judging, try to think

Think that it's up to you to decide

Stay for just a little while, a little bit longer and think.

Dedicated to all those who work quietly for honesty to win over corruption

And to all those who loved the truth so much

To even sacrifice their own life to protect it.

Dedicated to all the victims of the Italian mafia. They will never be forgotten.