Diavolo Rosso

Those blonde little girls
with those little earrings
all brides who will give birth
to men as big as trees
when you try to convince them
then you see that they are really made of wood

Red devil forgets the way
come here with us to drink an orange soda
against the light all the time goes away

Look at the highest nights
of this north-west adorned with stars
and the frozen cart tracks
like the looks of the French
a waltz of wind and straw
the death of peasants
that goes back up the rice fields
and imitates the frogs
and everything has
arrives on the white threshing floors
like the harvesters

Voices from the sun other voices,
from this countryside other abysses of lights
and of land and soul nothing
more than the horse and the quinine
and voices and whispers from the inn:
lovers of the plain
queens of mail coaches and bull bars
their, their ancient discretion
water and honey

Red devil forgets the way
come here with us to drink an orange soda
against the light all the time goes away

The fireflies spin
in the circles of the night
this darkness smells of hay and far away
and the song maybe smells of rat poison