Umani [English translation]

That soil on their hands

is like flour, like bread,

is made of country events,

of small walls and fountains.

They have children to bring up,

hard work to do,

and the patience that time can teach.

They carry on themselves their pains,

in the silence of their veins

a flooded river flows.

The sun rises over there

an hour earlier than life

an hour before sowing.

And if someone knocks at their door,

in their house

there is a warm fire.

They are humane

humane

merely humane

humane

me, too

me, too…

Their skin is a little tanned

with wet spots and dust,

on which love sifts its sand.

When night comes and betrays -

and there are no words to say

how many things a soul can know -

if it happens that a Christian has fallen

they have such a faith

that rises him up again to march on.

They are humane, humane

merely humane, humane

me, too

me, too

me, too…

• Artist:I Muvrini
• Album:Umani