Il Bandito E Il Campione

Two boys from the village grew up too fast
with a unique passion for the bicycle
a crossing of destinies in a strange story
which in modern days has been forgotten
a tale of old times, before the motor
when one raced for anger or for love
but between anger and love, the distance already grows
and who will be the champion is already clear
Go Girardengo, go great champion
no one follows you on that big road
Go Girardengo, Sante is nowhere to be seen
he's behind that curve, getting farther away.
And behind the curve of the flying time
there's Sante on a bike, holding a gun
if chased at night, he shoots and hits every streetlight
Sante the outlaw has exceptional aim
and the banks know it, and so does the police
Sante the outlaw is truly frightening
and bounties are useless, courage is not enough
Sante the outlaw has too much advantage.
Was it ancient misery or a wrong suffered
that turned the boy into a fierce outlaw
but no one can escape their fate
you sought justice but found the Law.
But a good cop who knows how to do my job
knows that every man has a vice that will make him fall
and made you fall, your great passion
of waiting for the arrival of the friend champion
that flying finish line saw you in handcuffs
shining in the sun like two bicycles
Sante Pollastri, your Giro is over
and it's already rumored that someone betrayed you.
Go Girardengo, go great champion
no one follows you on that big road
Go Girardengo, Sante is nowhere to be seen
he's getting farther away, he's getting more distant
getting farther away, getting more distant…
Go Girardengo, Sante is nowhere to be seen
Getting more distant, getting more distant...