You have screamed and beaten, one of your children has fled from you.
You have fallen touching your heart with one of your hands, you're hurt and you're suffering; touching the wall with your other hand, you seem to want to stop the world with it.
We, brothers, cried; now, scared, we see our father fall.
We, as spectators, believe in your death.
You have fallen touching your heart with one of your hands, you're hurt and you're suffering; touching the wall with your other hand, you seem to want to stop the world with it.
We, brothers, cried; now, scared, we see our father fall.
We, as spectators, believe in your death.
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