Generale

General, behind the hill
there is the cruel and assassin night,
and in the middle of the meadow there is a peasant woman,
bent at sunset she looks like a child,
of fifty years and five children,
brought into the world like rabbits,
sent into the world like soldiers
and not yet returned.

General, behind the station
you see the train that led to the sun,
it doesn't stop anymore not even to pee,
we go straight home without thinking anymore,
that war is beautiful even if it hurts,
that we will sing again
and make love, the love of nurses.

General, the war is over,
the enemy has fled, is defeated, is beaten,
behind the hill there is no one left,
only pine needles and silence and mushrooms
good to eat, good to dry,
to make sauce when it's Christmas,
when children cry
and don't want to go to sleep.

General, these five stars,
these five tears on my skin
what sense do they have in the noise of this train,
which is half empty and half full
and goes fast towards the return,
in two minutes it's almost day,
it's almost home, it's almost love