Stagioni [English translation]

How long has it been

since that autumn day

of an advanced October,

with the sky already dark,

between examination sessions,

days lost in laziness,

rubbish of youth,

the news arrived...

It took us like a fist,

It froze discouragement,

to know in a surly

that Guevara was dead:

in that October day,

in Bolivian land

was betrayed and lost

Ernesto "Che" Guevara...

Books clouded,

the room darkened,

because with him had died

our hope:

they were fairy years of myths sung and disputes,

they were days spent discussing and weaving the beautiful illusions...

"Che" Guevara was dead,

but everyone believed

that his thought with us

remained in the world...

"Che" Guevara was dead,

but everyone believed

that his thought with us

remained in the world...

Seasons passed,

but we continued again

to eat illusions

and truth every hour,

years of each discovery,

years with no regrets:

"Come on Companions, alert,

we have to go on!"

And we always went straight on

with our flags

and singing all

those our chimeras...

In an October day,

in Bolivian land,

with an hundred shots is dead

Ernesto "Che" Guevara...

The third world is crying,

everyone now knows

that "Che" Guevara had died,

He will never return,

but something changed,

the days of those emotions ended

and uplifted head the eternal enemies

against rebellions...

"Che" Guevara was dead

and everyone understood

that a hero was lost,

that something ended...

"Che" Guevara was dead

and everyone understood

that a hero was lost,

that something ended...

And something in the years

ended for real

bumping against the deceptions

of daily living:

Companions of a day

or gone away or sold,

It seems you turn around

a few survivors...

Precisely for this now

I would listen

a voice that still

begins to sing:

In an October day,

in Bolivian land,

with an hundred shots is dead

Ernesto "Che" Guevara...

The third world is crying,

everyone now knows

that "Che" Guevara had died,

He will never return,

but you reactionaries tremble,

Revolutions are not over

and you, to tens, that used

different words, the same prisons,

somewhere one day,

where no one would know,

where you do not expect it,

"Che" will return,

somewhere one day,

where no one would know,

where you do not expect it,

"Che" will return!

• Artist:Francesco Guccini
• Album:Stagioni