Il carrozzone [English translation]

The bandwagon moves forward by itself

With its queens, its jacks, its kings.

Laugh, jester, to avoid bad luck,

So the death drives off.

Play music, folks, sing, anyhow later

One at a time we’ll get off too.

Come on, whoever's turn it is, in double-breasted blue blazer

One morning you too have got off.

How beautiful is life that’s passing away

A flower, a sky, your rich poverty

The warm bread, your poetry,

You who were holding your hand in mine

How beautiful is life, so you said,

It’s rather like a slut and goes with everyone, sure, and yet

And yet, and yet

Just at the climax she said: no.

And the bandwagon starts again his way

Faces made-up with melancholy

No time to cry, no, not at all

Everything keeps on, even without you

How beautiful is life that’s passing away

Old courtyards where time has no age

Our dreams, the fantasy

You laughed out loud and the fear was mirth

How beautiful is life, so you said,

But it cheated and fucked you, yes, just you.

With its queens, with its kings,

The bandwagon moves forward by itself