La Fola Del Magalas/La Favola Del Magalasso

This here's a crazy tale of the pearl and the beast
It's born in the countryside between green and gray
Now I'll tell it in a way that you understand
To scare you and keep you awake
People believe when it's time to go down the street
That there's no one around
All the women, all the men
They're afraid of Magalas

Magalas is a beast born in the Panera
It's tall to put in, someone's gone mad
In winter it hides in the middle of the circle
But in March it comes out and they're everywhere
Some saw it in the courtyard, some in the barn
Some in the cellar here and there
All the young, all the old
Now they say it's back

It's black like a devil, it's evil and it's cunning
At night it jumps in your head, it eats your eyes, it eats your soul
It hides in the barn, it's there waiting in the middle of the stones
People prefer to believe in the tale of Magalas

So one beautiful day the whole village
For fear of the beast, they all ran away
Someone tried to show courage
But deep down they were looking for a place to hide
Children and old men, cats and dogs, goats and pigs and even tamaras
All hiding in the tower for fear of Magalas!

In front of the tower there were all kinds
Whitewashers, accountants, servants and doctors
Jesters, charlatans, priests and singers
All shining in a safe place
Opening a tavern, a school, a factory
Shops, stores, and even a dance hall
All the thieves and the dogs hiding in the tower

Well, the tale reaches Sasol, Vgnola
Cherp and Sulera, in all of Mudnes
People run away, the shop closes
They lock themselves in all the towns
So when a forester arrives
And asks why there's no one around
They say, 'They're all hidden in the tower
For fear of Magalas!'

Because it's black like a devil...