The Boss con una canzone scritta e musicata nel giro di poche ore ha dato voce all’America sana che si ribella alle squadracce di Trump.

Bruce Springsteen, 76 anni, è sceso in campo per il sociale e ha pubblicato, all’improvviso, Streets of Minneapolis, una canzone contro Trump scritta per ricordare Renée Good e Alex Pretti, i due cittadini americani uccisi a gennaio nella città del Minnesota da membri dell’ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement), l’agenzia federale degli Stati Uniti che si occupa dei controlli sull’immigrazione.

I wrote this song on Saturday, recorded it yesterday and released it to you today in response to the state terror being visited on the city of Minneapolis. It’s dedicated to the people of Minneapolis, our innocent immigrant neighbors and in memory of Alex Pretti and Renee Good."

Stay free, Bruce Springsteen - Jan 28, 2026

"Ho scritto questa canzone sabato, l'ho registrata ieri e l'ho pubblicata oggi in risposta al terrorismo di Stato che sta colpendo la città di Minneapolis. È dedicata alla gente di Minneapolis, ai nostri innocenti vicini immigrati e in memoria di Alex Pretti e Renee Good."

Sempre liberi, Bruce Springsteen, 28 gennaio 2026

Ed eccone il testo:

Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight

In chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis