Fiamma Fumana - L.I.L.T. lyrics

Last pages, end of the story

Welcome to the end titles

No past, no future

Only an eternal present

Ring roads, hypermarkets

Cars slowing down to pick up prostitutes

But if I listen to the stones paving the streets

I hear a different, older song

Lingua Italiana Locale Trasparente

L.I.L.T.

Voice of the world, voice of the earth

Time over time marking the beat

Song of the people, song of history

Does it come from the outside or the inside?

Cradle song to lull to sleep

Serenade to stir passion

Working song, partisan hymn

I want to sing them different but the same

Local Italian language

I want to speak it different but the same

Live in my time without ever forgetting

Mothers, grandmothers, lands, peoples

Local Italian See-through Languages

Old sounds, new meanings

We are still here