Tarantella Dell'ultimo Bandito

Between black wounds in vanity
Of a land at dusk
With the sun waiting
Chewing on the future

Rino lit his twenty years
And a path of hunger
Of tales in the valleys
Of the partisan bandit

Then came the time of those who no longer know
On the shoulders of oblivion
Of the circus of history
Drowned in weariness

Mother Earth dries the eyes
Of those who sowed far away
The future in the chimes
Of a partisan past

At the edge of oblivion
That enchants sleep from afar
I sing the time of murmurs
In the heart of an old partisan
Barefoot age to deny
Begging for the future
In the denied era of a betrayed land
Rekindling the glory of memory
With the tarantella of the last bandit
I sing the tarantella of the last bandit

Mother Earth dries the eyes
Of those who sowed far away
The future in the chimes
Of a partisan past

At the edge of oblivion
That enchants sleep from afar
I sing the time of murmurs
In the heart of an old partisan
Barefoot age to deny
Begging for the future
In the denied era of a betrayed land
Rekindling the glory of memory
With the tarantella of the last bandit