Il Parco della Luna [English translation]

For over one hundread years, at the Moon's Park,

Arives Sonni Boi with the wooden horses and his wife Luck

The iron teeth and the the dark eyes pointed at the sky to understand the mysteries

He was born in Ferrara, in fact he's been found on a wall

He's full of scars and the muscles run over his skin.

Sonni Boi has drawn in his arms the map of the stars.

At night, goes hunting, and with the horse, picks up those who lost themselves.

Myself, many times, asked for help

How many times, alone, I been lost

How many times I cried and felt

Looking at the stars I whised to understand

How to enter in the world of the big ones without fear, fear of dying

Like a gipsy, sitting at the wall, the eyes in the sky pointing the future

From his many sons he doesn't remember a face, he had one child to every knife

He did a son for every enemy killed.

Sonni Boi isn't bad, he even smiles, looking at

(his lady) Luck, touching her face.

I've seen them hugging each other like children, in the Moon's Park

Both of them with a suitcase in hands

With the look of those that must leave

and go faraway, or instead die,

in silence, disappear little by little

Over his wooden horse, with their dark skin in hands.

Now Sonni Boi and his Lady Luck

Will be half the way between Ferrara and the Moon.