Il Ballo Di San Vito

Sausages livers
viscera on the grill
and dancing torches
swaying blades
on the back of the flaming church

wine, stalls
dry and red earth
southern land, southern land
border land
land where the land ends

and the continent doesn't give a damn
not the wind
the continent doesn't give a damn, not the wind
Mustafa comes from Africa
and here blows the African wind
and tells us hold me still
and tells us hold me still

I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away
I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away

The desolation that was there in the evening
has been blown away by the wind
has been blown away by the rum
has been blown away from where it was moored
Old and young pinched
old and young pinched
by the tarantula, by the tarantula
circle that closes, circle that opens
circle that tightens, circle that pushes
circle that embraces and then drives you away

I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away
I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away

inside the voodoo circle I throw myself
and there I see that life is that moment
drive away, drive away Satan
drive away the devil that passes by you
drive away the evil that I have inside or I can't stay still
drive away the evil that I have inside or I can't stay still

Let's dance the sword dance together
until the red tear of dawn
no one waiting for me, no one waiting for me
no one waiting for me or suspecting me

The healer has his eyes turned back
the priest doesn't care
the accountant doesn't reason
St. Paul doesn't forgive

I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away
I have St. Vitus' dance and it won't go away

This is the evil that I've been carrying
on my back for thirty years
I can't stay still in any place
the boulder rolls rolls rolls
rolls on me, rolls down
and moss doesn't grow on the rock
and moss doesn't grow on the rock
drive away drive away Satan
drive away the devil that passes by you
knuckles wear out
here begin the tremors
of the tarantula, of the tarantula
of the tarantula...