Es Canons de Navarone

Echo in the darkness the cannons of Navarone,
Dispatch face to face Vito Corleone,
He gives his life and doesn't give it away, but,
It's the ancestral law of Sicily, the bad and the good.

They drew the route,
To a rough and tough area,
Men who asked questions.

This was a carving a post,
He built the whole house by himself.

Tunnels, coliseums, pipelines,
People subjugating the planet,
Men who asked questions.
(Backlight to the east)

Marshes in Lapland lands,
Maps, rulers, and magnifying glasses,
Battleships with bomb arrows.

This was a nailing a post,
He built the wooden house from the north.

Anchoring inside the bay,
A war container ship,
The day begins.
(Backlight to the east)

Last night's horizon was purple,
And the sea a silver leaf
That grew big and small.
(Backlight to the east)

Anchoring inside the bay,
A war container ship,
The day begins.

Echo in the darkness the cannons of Navarone,
Dispatch face to face Vito Corleone,
He gives his life and doesn't give it away, but,
It's the ancestral law of Sicily, the bad and the good.