Il Re Del Mondo
Franco Battiato
The King of the World
Strange how the roar of fighter planes
once upon a time,
dissonant with the rhythm of plants
in the sun on the balconies...
and then silence... and then, far away
the thunder of cannons; cold...
and from the radios, signals in code.
One day in the sky, Bengal lights...
Peace returned
but the King of the World,
holds our hearts prisoner.
In white clothes on wheels...
Echoes of Sufi dances...
In Japanese subways today,
oxygen machines.
The more everything becomes useless
the more you believe it's true
and on the day of the End
English won't help you.
...And on bicycles heading home,
Life brushed against us
but the King of the World
holds our hearts prisoner.
