Correle Correle, Correla
Intillimani
Run, Run, Run
He presents himself through the hills
Leaves his mark in the wind
The eagle gives him flight
And silence shelters him
He never complained about the cold
He never complained about sleep
The poor feel his steps
And follow him like blind
Run, run, run
Here, here, there
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run!
His head is auctioned
By crows with golden claws
As he has been crucified
By the fury of the powerful!
Son of rebellion
Twenty more twenty follow him
Because he gives his life away
They want to kill him
Run, run, run
Here, here, there
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run
Son of rebellion
Twenty more twenty follow him
Because he gives his life away
They want to kill him
Run, run, run
Here, there
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run
Run, they're going to kill you
Run, run, run!
