La Banda Del Sogno Interrotto

In the heart of downtown Palermo
There's an ancient focacceria
In front of the Church of San Francesco
They always meet there
Sitting at the table that belonged to Sciascia
Drinking Heineken and coffee
They are the band of the interrupted dream
Of a Sicily that doesn't exist
There's Isidoro and there's Simone
And Peppe the blondie from Pantera
Alex De Lisi, the war artist
Who uses the brush like a flag
Their leader Ottavio Navarra
Was elected and now he's in Rome
He bought a decent suit
But inside he's angrier than before
Didilala-hey didilala-hay
If they're not tired yet, they'll never get tired
Bullets won't stop them
TV won't stop them
They are true Sicilians
And they won't stop anymore
They marched in protests
Received distracted solidarity
They cried for Falcone and the others
They watched the paratroopers land
They handed out flyers in Zen and Acquasanta
And I don't know how many other neighborhoods
Meanwhile, the government unlocked the contracts
And the mafia reopens the construction sites
I don't know if we'll have the courage
If we'll take the northern route
Or even better, the route of giving a fuck to all of you
Because in the band of the interrupted dream
Not many are lucky
There are only forty people in total
Thirty-eight of them are unemployed
Didilala-hey didilala-hay...