L.i.l.t. lyrics

Last pages, end of the storyWelcome to the end titlesNo past, no futureOnly an eternal present Ring roads, hypermarketsCars slowing down to pick up prostitutesBut 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 earthTime over time marking the beatSong of the people, song of historyDoes it come from the outside or the inside? Cradle song to lull to sleepSerenade to stir passionWorking song, partisan hymnI want to sing them different but the same Local Italian languageI want to speak it different but the sameLive in my time without ever forgettingMothers, grandmothers, lands, peoplesLocal Italian See-through LanguagesOld sounds, new meaningsWe are still here