Banda Bassotti - Luna Rossa The 12th December afternoon you turned the light on Piazza del Duomo, but there are no lights in Via Del Corso. For the hot autumn the major putted them away.In Piazza Fontana there is animated traffic There is the farmers little market.On the bus in Milan in few hours the head in the lifted up collar of the coat Got to do everything very fast because the bank close the doors.Oh how everything fly so fast. People let’s save Everything so fast.No, no, no you can’t sleep anymore The moon is red, red of violence.You got to cry your dreams to understand that the last bourgeois justice has turned off.Over the night December falls. Over the people who's talking about Christmas.If this life will have a future I'll get my house, it could be ok.People says that in Piazza Fontana perhaps a boiler has burst.There in the square sixteen deaths. A cardinal was blessing them.No, no, no you can’t sleep anymore The moon is red, red of violence.You got to cry your dreams to understand that the last bourgeois justice has turned off.Nights of blood and terror come down to valley on my country.Who will pay the innocent victims? Who will give life to Pinelli the railway man.Yesterday I dreamt my master. He has a confidential reunion.Everybody take off their hat before doing this slaughter. No, no, no you can’t sleep anymore The moon is red, red of violence.You got to cry your dreams to understand that the last bourgeois justice has turned off.Over the mountain of our martyrs they are swearing on Gramsci and Matteotti.On the worker fallen in yard. On all the friends buried in jail.Fascism goes down like an old man. It sucks up life to every youthood.But don’t you hear the shout on the barricade the working class keep on his struggleNo, no, no you can’t sleep anymore The moon is red, red of violence.You got to cry your dreams to understand that the last bourgeois justice has turned off.