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They sleep on the hill

Where has Elmer gone
he, who let himself die of fever
where Herman who was burned in a mine cave.
Where are Bert and Tom
the first killed in a brawl
and the other who came out of prision already dead.
What will be of Charley
who fell while working
from the bridge flew, and flew on the road.
 
They sleep, they sleep on the hill
they sleep, they sleep on the hill.
 
Where are Ella and Kate
both died by mistake
one of abortion, the other of love.
And Maggie killed in a brothel
by the caresses of an animal
and Edith and consumed by a strange evil.
And Lizzie, who pursued life
far away, and from England
she was brought back in this small piece of land.
 
They sleep, they sleep on the hill
they sleep, they sleep on the hill.
 
Where are the Generals
who were honored in the battles
with cemeteries of crosses on their chests,
where the children of the war
who have left for an ideal
for a scam, for a badly ended love,
they have sent home
their remains in the flags
tightly tied so that they could still seem integer.
 
They sleep, they sleep on the hill
they sleep, they sleep on the hill.
 
Where is Jones the player
who was surprised by his ninety years
and who would have still played with life.
He, who offered his face to the wind
the throat to the wine and never a thought
not money, not to heaven nor to love.
He, it still seems possible to hear him
chatting about dirty things
eat on the street in the wrong hours,
it seems again possible to hear him
tell the merchant of liquors
"You, who sell it, what better thing do you buy for yourself?"
 
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