Look at what a life the farmer leads.  
Day and night he sweats and gains nothing.  
He leaves with the stars and returns at dusk,  
in winter, drenched and in summer under scalding fire.
 
Life races by and he doesn’t know how to stop it.  
His labours fatten the bourgeois;  
Of his fruits only a morsel remains,  
and for his children…  
But for his children the hunger stays.
 
but you who are the healer of mankind,  
give me your sword to bring justice,  
give me your grace, don’t withhold it!  
Free us from this wretched existence.
 
Deliver us from evil!
 
-Italian folk song -Injustice-