Here I am, bandit expected in an ageless landing
Born among the feuds of a brutalized land
Faded fragments of an insane loyalty
Of floating on a bartered life
Are sinking into unconsciousness
Life dealers, death makers
Ships in the silence of who is sinking my fate
The journey is dark, follow me fellow wherever I go
Gendarmes of other people's pain!
In this night bitter of terror I get back on my own road
I get back on my own road
And I run away among empty hardships of shreds and madness
From the prison of a revolting faith
But a wind numb with fame and agony
Is kissing the hands of a quiet run
I will meet my fate
Brigand in the land of contradiction
Life dealers, fathers of indifference
You who beg for honour in a life of speciosity
Come ladies-and-gentlemen and sink my fate for fear of my conscience
Godfathers and Honourables 1 of the era of contradiction
Ghosts, who you are playing at making me fall
Here in the last wailing of a sedentary gypsy
Gendarmes of other people's pain!
In this night bitter of terror I get back on my own road
I get back on my own road
1. In Italy the title of "onorevole" (honourable) is given to the members of Parliament