Variazioni su temi zigani [English translation]

I dream about a huge bonfire

and I burn in my dream

Wait a little: with sleep, then,

judgement will come.

But at dawn, nothing works

No, nobody's dancing

You get up, you smoke and drink a little

to make the hangover pass.

And so we go further away, a bit further away

a bit more, a bit, a bit, a bit,

further away, still away

always a bit further away.

Green bottles at the inn

white [is] the napkin

clowns and the wretched have a sky

I don't even [have/own] a flight.

The church smells like dampness

they burn incense

nothing in this church works

nothing follows a sense.

And so we go further away, a bit further away

a bit more, a bit, a bit, a bit

further away, still away

behind another fire.

I move breathless towards the hill

I seek safety up there

there's only an elm next to me

there's nothing else in here.

Furthermore, if only some ivy

embraced the hill

I'd be happy, but instead no,

nothing here attracts me.

Further away together, further away together

a bit, a bit, a bit more

a little bit further away

behind another fire.

I chase the river and God's not there

light here colours

fields and flowers around me

the road is still long.

By the way, a hood

and there witches dance

in the folds of darkness

axes dance.

well-confident, some horses

give rhythm to the cadence

in this dance nothing works

and I'm already sick of this.

And so we go away

a bit, a bit, a bit, a bit a little further away.

Again away, still away

behind another fire.

And so we go away

still away, a little a little a little more

still away, a bit further away

behind another fire.