Marc Ribot
The Militant Ecologist (based on Fischia Il Vento)
The wind, it howls
The storm outside is raging
Shoes are broken
Still we must go on
Before we fight
So long for our liberty
Just the possibility
Of the future
And on the prowl, the militant ecologist
Like the shadow emerges from the night
Stars above
Guide her on her mission
Strong her heart
Swift to armed struggle
If by chance cruel death will find you
Know your comrades will avenge you
We'll track down the ones who hurt you
Their fate's already sealed
The wind is still
The storm is finally over
And the militant ecologist
Fades back in to the shadows
Somewhere above
The earth's green flag is flying
To have to live and tell
Somewhere above
The earth's green flag is flying
The only flag that matters now
Somewhere aboe
The earth's green flag is flying
And if it's not
There's nothing more to say