Il pescatore [English translation]

In the shadow of the dying sun

a fisherman was napping

and he had a wrinkle on is face

almost like a smile

At the shore came an assassin

two large eyes like a child

two large eyes full of fear

the reflection of an adventure

lala lalalala lala la

He asked the old man "Give me bread

I have little time and plenty of hunger"

then asked the old man "Give me wine

I thirsty and I am a murderer"

The old man unfurled his eyes to the day

didn't even look around

but he poured the wine and broke the bread

for the thirsty and the hungry

lala lalalala lala la

It was but a moment's warmth

then he flew away like the wind

and he few away toward the sun

behind his shoulder a fisherman

Behind his shoulders a fisherman

and the memory is already painful

it's already a regret of a spring

played in the shadow of a courtyard.

lala lalalala lala la

Soon two mounted constables approached

soon they approached armed and ready

they asked the old man if nearby

might have passed an assassin

But in the shadow of the dying sun

the fisherman was back asleep

and he had a wrinkle on is face

almost like a smile

he had a wrinkle on is face

almost like a smile

lala lalalala lala la