Stranizza D'Amuri

'Ndo vadduni from Scammacca
the carts every now and then
leave their needs
and the flies gather on them
I go hunting for fireflies...
the little bed of ciccum-etnea
the wise gymnasts Nabuccu
the school is ending.
As the years go by
this cold pulls me into the bones
with all the war outside
I feel a strange love... Love
and when I meet you on the street
I get a shock in my heart
with all the dying outside
a strange love dies... Love.