a loose translation of the lyrics of the Italian song Uomo by Amadeo Minghi remembering Pope John Paul 2
Arriving from far
with the memory of
wheat fields alive in his eyes
And the wind from Auschwitz
alive in his heart
all while he penned poems of love
love that starts in the soul of all man
for all mankind
Arriving from far
held firm by the pain
and The Book in his hand
When he was shot
was a day i cried
while all the world
stood by his side
that day the world
rediscovered its soul
the truth never dies
Dressed in white
he travelled the world
towards a thousand lands
no hint of wanting to end
But in his eyes
lived a deep pain
the view of the world
taking a different direction
the wars,
and mankind that sells all it can
the truth that dies
He went where war, famine and poverty
have killed every trace of dignity
Go there o heart of mine
and remember
...what a Cain I am myself.
The sirens of the East
drew the world to a halt
Something was happening
A crowd that cries
we want God!
Liberty is a gift
only He can give.
And opening his arms
he encourages them
to be brothers
he went where the people have for a sister
only the three flies on their lips
Go there o heart of mine
and remember
...what a Cain I am myself.
Arriving from far
with the memory of
wheat fields alive in his eyes
And the wind from Auschwitz
alive in his heart
all while he penned poems of love
love that starts in the soul of all man
for all mankind
Arriving from far
held firm by the pain
and The Book in his hand
When he was shot
was a day i cried
while all the world
stood by his side
that day the world
rediscovered its soul
the truth never dies
Dressed in white
he travelled the world
towards a thousand lands
no hint of wanting to end
But in his eyes
lived a deep pain
the view of the world
taking a different direction
the wars,
and mankind that sells all it can
the truth that dies
He went where war, famine and poverty
have killed every trace of dignity
Go there o heart of mine
and remember
...what a Cain I am myself.
The sirens of the East
drew the world to a halt
Something was happening
A crowd that cries
we want God!
Liberty is a gift
only He can give.
And opening his arms
he encourages them
to be brothers
he went where the people have for a sister
only the three flies on their lips
Go there o heart of mine
and remember
...what a Cain I am myself.
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