The evening trees were waving,
Were waving in the breeze.
I can't forget the candles,
Ascetics by the sea.
A name is coming to mind
A child denied to smile,
He was aware he'd have taken
The law into his hands.
And in the darkest hours
A butcher in the death row
Asleep, he keeps on saying
"I killed the serpents' king".
Writer(s): Angelo Bergamini, Elena Alice Fossi
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