'In the trench', by Maurizio Campanelli (10-05-2026)

'In the trench', by Maurizio Campanelli (10-05-2026) [Intro] Work though your spine is aching Work while the section is breaking When there’s still mud in the ditch You scrape again And when the site turns to sorrow Dig, there may come tomorrow A wall emerging from clay At break of day Dust on your hands like sadness Still you record with patience Although your strength May be almost spent That’s when you measure and carry Breathe, though the deadlines hurry You’ll find the past is still alive Beneath the soil [Instrumental] That’s when you measure and carry Breathe, though the deadlines hurry You’ll find the past is still alive Beneath the soil [Outro]