Vieni A Ballare In Puglia

The dolphins go dancing on the beaches. The elephants go dancing in unknown cemeteries
The clouds go dancing on the horizon. The trains go dancing in paid museums
And where do you go dancing?

Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia, trembling like a leaf leaf leaf
Hold your head high when you pass near the crane because it might come loose and fall down

Hey tourist, I know you stay in this Italian place. Be careful! You cross the pass but this land will send you to the madhouse
Adriatic and Ionian Sea, you want to breathe the iodine but here in the gulf there's a smell of sulfur, the demon is coming
Terrifying tan with ILVA's dioxin. Here you turn redder than Milva and then you look like Pimpa
In the area, they deal the best morìa. Some smoked ENI's poisons, some worked and went into a coma. Even Gargano smokes, with all those burning forests
Tourist, you dance and sing, I count the deceased of this country. Where those cunning ones who do the businesses, they spare no expense, they think the Kyoto Protocol is a Japanese erotic film

Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia where the night is dark dark dark. So dark that you close your eyelids and don't open them again
Come dance and scratch your balls too because you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia, trembling like a leaf leaf leaf
Hold your head high when you pass near the crane because it might come loose and fall down

It's true, here we party, but people are depressed and drained. I have a friend who had to get a job in a factory to kill himself. Between a falling pole and a bursting tube, in that chaos, those who toil die and those who don't toil buy stuff and party until they fill the grave
Come dance, buddy, in the tomato fields where the mafia enslaves the workers, and if you rebel, you're out. Romanians crammed in shacks like peeled tomatoes in jars. Forced to endure the blackmail of big men like confetti
Tourist, stay with your sandals, don't make a scene if we're ungrateful and forgot we're children of immigrants. Mortified, we won't ruin your trip
Come to Puglia, move on to a better life

Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia where the night is dark dark dark. So dark that you close your eyelids and don't open them again
Come dance and scratch your balls too because you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia where the executioner awaits you dark dark dark
At the street corners, more swords than King Arthur, the abyss opens and you go straight to Beelzebub
Oh my Puglia Puglia, my Puglia, I always carry you in my heart when I leave and immediately think I could die without you
And immediately think I could die even with you