I cigni di Balaka [English translation]

Dear, great Indian genius sweet dreamer,

how much pain there was in the flight of Balaka.

Man of the white beard, what we miss,

you wrote in the wind, the swans of Balaka sing it.

Great voice of Bengala, Ganges is your veil,

I want to follow into magical world of Balaka.

Along the river I will come back, your song I will hear,

when the mirth will be blonde, when the flute shall play.

Messanger, I will be from Calcutta to New York too,

I will sing the poem, speak about Balaka.

Man of the white beard, what we miss,

you can hear into the wind in the song of the swans of Balaka.

Along the river I will come back,, your song I will hear,

when the mirth will be blonde, when a "sita(r)" will play.

Sleep, lay your head, there are people at party,

maybe what we lack of Balaka is not enough

Dear, great Indian genius

what we lack, you can hear into the wind in the song of the swans of Balaka.

• Artist:Al Bano & Romina Power