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Ballata Par l'Anarchico Pinelli - attribue a L. Francisci Antonio Eliseo

Quella sera a Milano era caldo
ma che caldo, che caldo faceva,
"Brigadiere, apri un po' la finestra!",
una spinta ... e Pinelli va giú.

"Sor questore, io gliel'ho giá detto,
le ripeto che sono innocente,
anarchia non vuol dire bombe,
ma uguaglianza nella libertá".

"Poche storie, confessa, Pinelli,
il tuo amico Valpreda ha parlato,
é l'autore di questo attentato
ed il complice certo sei tu".

"Impossibile!", grida Pinelli,
"Un compagno non puó averlo fatto
e l'autore di questo delitto
fra i padroni bisogna cercar".

"Stai attento, indiziato Pinelli,
questa stanza é giá piena di fumo,
se tu insisti, apriam la finestra,
quattro piani son duri da far".

Quella sera a Milano era caldo
ma che caldo, che caldo faceva,
"Brigadiere, apri un po' la finestra!",
una spinta ... e Pinelli va giú.

C'e' una bara e tremila compagni,
stringevamo le nostre bandiere,
quella sera l'abbiamo giurato,
non finisce di certo cosí.

Calabresi E tu Guida, assasini,
se un compagno é stato ammazzato,
per coprire una strage di Stato,
questa lotta piú dura sará.

Quella sera a Milano era caldo
ma che caldo, che caldo faceva,
"Brigadiere, apri un po' la finestra!",
una spinta ... e Pinelli va giú.

Ballad of Pinelli - tranlation Mike Cox

Milan in the heat of the evening
Still air in the suns dying glow
Brigadier wont you open the window
Just a shove and Pinelli goes through

Inspector I have already told you
I’m innocent of what you accuse me
Anarchy it does not mean bombing
But equality in liberty

Don’t lie, just confess now Pinelli
Valpreda, he’s spilled all the beans
Confessed to the bombing and that means
You’re an accomplice as well

Impossible shouts out Pinelli
My comrades they do not betray
No need to look far for the culprits
The bosses are where blame should lay

Careful now prisoner Pinelli
This room is quite smoky you know
Your story must change or the window
Will open, down four floors you’ll go

Milan in the heat of the evening
Still air in the suns dying glow
Brigadier wont you open the window
Just a shove and Pinelli goes through

A coffin and 3 thousand comrades
All clasping their flags by their side
That night vowed to carry on fighting
With many more comrades besides

If the state has killed a good comrade
As a cover for a murderous plot
Then assassins, Calabresi and Guida
The gloves they are going to come off

Milan in the heat of the evening
Still air in the suns dying glow
Brigadier wont you open the window
Just a shove and Pinelli goes through

Following the December 12, 1969 Piazza Fontana bombing, 4 000 left-wing members were detained by the police, which accused Giuseppe Pinelli, an anarchist, of having carried out the bombing. It would be only in the 1980s, with the neo-fascist terrorist Vincenzo Vinciguerra's confessions to magistrate Felice Casson, that it was proven that the massacre had been carried out by Ordine Nuovo, supported by Gladio, in an attempt to push the state into declaring a state of emergency. Giuseppe Pinelli was held and interrogated for three days, longer than Italian law specified that people could be held without seeing a judge. On December 15, he died after allegedly being pushed through the window. Luigi Calabresi, one of the police officers who had interrogated him, was put under investigation in 1971 for murder but charges were dropped because of lack of evidence. The next year, Calabresi was killed by two shots from a revolver outside his home.