Coda di lupo [English translation]

When I was a child I fell in love with everything, I ran after dogs

and from March to February my grandpa watched over

the stream of horses and cows,

over my and your business:

and never believe in the god of the English

And when I was two hundred moons old, maybe more, maybe less,

I stole my first horse and they made me into a man

I changed my name into Wolftail,

I changed my poney for a dumb horse

and never believe in their losing god

It fell about in the night of the long-tailed star,

we found grandpa crucified on the church,

crucified with forks that are used for dinner,

he was dirty and clean with blood and with cream

and never believe in their greedy god

I was eighteen or so and didn't smell of snake anymore

I had an iron bar a hat and a sling

and one gala soirée, with a sharp-edged stone

I killed a tuxedo and stoled it to him

and never believe in the Scala god

Then we came back to Brianza to open buffalo shooting

they made us breath and urine tests,

we were explained the thing by an Andalusian poet,

"for buffalo shooting", said he, "there's numerus clausus"

and never believe in a happy end god

I was already old when near Rome, in Little Big Horn,

a short-haired general made us a college speech

on our brothers in blue overalls burying their war axes

but we didn't smoke with him, he didn't come in peace

and never believe in a plodder god

And now that I've burnt twenty children on my marital bed

that I vented my wrath upon a whole studio

that I learnt to fish with hand grenades

that I was graved in tears on the Arch of Trajan,

with a glass spoon I will dig in my story,

but I strike somewhat at random, my memory's gone

and never

and never

and never believe,

and never believe in a breathless god.