Like any soldier he would pray
Whenever someone passed away
Could hardly wait to get back home
Where Lina waited all alone

Lina was very cold
Starving more than before
Had Primo been around
She'd've layed the blame upon him

One day a foreign soldier came
To bring her chocolates and shame
To leave her with a dark child
Who's forty-one years old now

I grew up on a farm
Known as Lina's only son
And sure enough I must confess
I wasn't seen like all the rest

Primo got back alive
He was bold when she was frightened
There were many unhappy scars
On his face and in our hearts

I saw him stumble in the night
Mumbling words never defined
Awaiting answers never found
Until nobody came around

And any time I look behind
After a few glasses of wine
I try to change my fate in vain
Left here with chocolates and shame

© 1985 by Germana Pucci