E la vecchia salta con l'asta [English translation]

Lonely in the old castle

spending the sad eve

unprecedented is watering the ancient descendant

molded over the years by an ancient family

The love of three courtesans was not enough

to stop the tubercolotic weeping

nor was enough the red nectar of three demijohns

the heir is gone, the horse, his mantle

// In the forest of cut beeches

unripe clouds of sick skies

as the delusional people with absurd chimeras

to follow love the knight left.

Three thousands cities three thousands villages

the white striped outline of beeches

he forgot his land he forgot his caste

an old woman stayed who jumps with a pole.

// And jumps the old woman and jumps a kid

in the sawed semi-shade of a pine tree

and the old woman stops the kid rests

he closes up in his petals as a rose.

Playful he confesses to the colourless old woman

his old story his old love

the old woman tells the ancient fable

of that knight who seeks his female friend.

// In the forest of cut beeches

unripe clouds of sick skies

as the delusional people with absurd chimeras

to follow love the knight left.

Three thousands cities three thousands villages

the white striped outline of beeches

he forgot his land he forgot his caste

an old woman stayed who jumps with a pole.

• Artist:Rino Gaetano