Il Terzo Fuochista [English translation]
Il Terzo Fuochista [English translation]
Gira volta gira volta volta gira1 fly
Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly
Full of diamonds is the sea
Where you never reach the horizon
Rich in perfumes the mud on the nettles
In the setting sun
Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly
Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly
Sugar, lemon and snow
Taken from the roofs of many years ago
Night after night mum will still sing
The day you were born
A love was born for me
A thousand and a thousand stars
Changed their colour
Gira volta fly to infinity
This dirge will be repeated
With the notes of an accordion
The party will still come
The saint passes the saint passes
Look how beautiful he is
The women sing in chorus
Look how beautiful he is
Skirts rubbing
As blood and wax drip from the holiness
The chimneys smoke, fried fish and cod
There was a little girl in her blue shoes
Floral dress
And her eyes to look up on
A dark shot and the smoke in the sky goes away
The little girl was spinning
In her blue shoes
Gira gira volta
Arms outstretched and nose up
And the band was slowly starting to begin
Zum para para zum para para zum pa pa
Zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa
Stalls rides games lights orchestras little tenors zum pa pa
Peanuts nougat lollipops balloons zum pa pa
And zum para para zum para para zum pa pa
And Zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa
Brilliantine2 aftershave cigarettes trumpets horns and putipù
Earrings necklaces coiffing and much more
There was a little girl in her blue shoes
Floral dress
And her eyes to look up on
A dark shot and the smoke in the sky goes away
The little girl was spinning
In her blue shoes
Gira gira volta
Arms outstretched and nose up
And the band was slowly starting to begin
Out of tune notes
A comings and goings of naivety
People smelled
Of sweat and dignity
The third stoker
The most popular artist
Shot his colours into the sky
And in the silence they came down
Gold, turquoise, amaranth, coral, emerald and coffee
The little girl in that eastern sky
Saw the life and love that is there
One two three
Three strokes to finish and the night returned
From then on she remained dreaming
And the colours forever with her she took.
1. It's a wordplay on the word "giravolta", a twirl2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brilliantine
- Artist:Tosca