l'urlo sordo dei compagni stones mi raggela il sangue e al tempo stesso mi rilassa e stordisce. pura poesia cantata.
marco

[extra verse I found]

I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
They are lackeys for war never guardians of peace
And yet at deserters I'm never let aim
The rebels who sold out the patriot game.

And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.