Cupe Vampe [English translation]

Suddenly the night becomes wedged in raw cold weather.

The city trembles,

Livid, it trembles.

Burn the library, the books written and copied by hand.

Those Sephardic Jews flee, leading to Sarajevo in Spain.

Rising up to the burning sky,

Rising up in the burning sky, the dark blazes.

Burn the library of those Slavs from the South, the Balkan Europeans.

Burn books, possible routes, maps and memories, the help of others.

Rising up to the burning sky,

Rising up in the burning sky, the dark blazes.

Rising up to heaven,

Rising up in the burning sky, the dark blazes.

Rising up to heaven,

Rising up in the burning sky, the dark blazes.

Rising up to the burning sky,

Rising up in the burning sky, the dark blazes.

Suddenly the night becomes wedged in raw cold weather.

The city trembles,

Like a creature...

The dark blazes, livid rooms.

An eye sniper, the ethnic murderess.

High sun, thirst and sweat,

Full moon, no luck.

We fuck around with the war that has no weapons,

We fuck around with the 'peace' that ends up killing here and there.

They fuck around with the Priests, the Pope and the Mullahs.

The UN, NATO, the civilization.

Beautiful life in a bowl...

Moving the target for any sniper,

Beautiful life in the Sarajevo city...

This is a tale of cowardice.

• Artist:Consorzio Suonatori Indipendenti
• Album:Linea Gotica