Il suonatore Jones [English translation]

In a whirl of sand

the others saw drought,

it reminded me

of Jenny's skirt

in a dance many years ago.

I was feeling my ground

vibrating for sounds, it was my heart

Why to cultivate it anymore, then?

How could I think it better?

Freedom, I saw her sleeping

in the cultivated fields

for the sky and for money,

for the sky and for love,

protected with barbed wire.

Freedom, I saw her waking up

every time I played

for a rostle of girls

in a dance,

for a drunk fellow.

And then if people know,

and people know that you can play,

you have to play

for your whole life

and you like to let others listen.

I ended up with the fields to the winds

I ended up with a broken flute

and a hoarse laughing

many memoryes

and not a single regret.