L'ultima luna [English translation]

The seventh moon

was the one in the amusement park.

The bit ape wandered

from the carousel to the bar,

while God's angel was swearing,

straining his chest -

big muscles and little flesh -

poor blessed angel.

The sixth moon

was a wretched man

who, though his birth was ill-fated,

always laughed.

He hadn't seen a bedsheet for years;

with his hands, his hands dirty from coal

he touched a lady's ass,

and laughed, and touched;

he seemed to be the master.

The fifth moon

scared everyone.

It was the head of a gentleman

who played billiards with impending death.

He was big and elegant,

not young nor old,

maybe ill.

He was surely ill

because he bleeded from an ear.

The fourth moon

was a line of prisoners

who walked

along the railroad tracks.

Their feet were bleeding

and the hands, and the hands, and the hands without gloves.

But don't worry:

the sky is clear

today there aren't as many of them anymore.

The third moon

was such that everyone got out to see it.

It was so big

That more than one person thought of Our Immortal Father.

The games stopped and the lights were turned off;

Hell began.

People ran home

Because for that one night

The winter came back again.

The second moon

Brought despair to the gypsies.

One of them even cut off his finger.

They went to the bank for some transaction

But - what a mess! -

Most of them took their dogs and children

And ran to the railway station.

The last moon

Was only seen by a newborn baby.

He had black, deep eyes

And he didn't cry.

With his large wings he took the moon in his hands,

In his hands

And he flew away... and he flew away...;

He was the man of tomorrow.

And he flew away... and he flew away...;

He was the man of tomorrow.