Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt.
Adelante! Adelante!
There's a man at the wheel,
has two eyes that looks like a devil!
Adelante! Adelante!
is coming, and distant,
the end of this table.
Di this damn plain
of this land without measure,
that already confuses night and day,
and departure with the return,
and richness to the sound,
and the right to please ,
with the criminal and the innocent, and the right
with the carnival.
Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt.
from Turin to Palermo,
from heaven to hell,
Olimpico al Quirinale.
from Turin to Palermo,
from the future to modern, from factories to
lights.
In this land without rivers,
in this land with many fumes
Among these people without heart,
and the money that they have no odor,
and these roads without law, and these stalls
no longer flock
without fathers to remember
and without children to be respected.
Skip the main road running along a road load
of salt.
Adelante! Adelante!
There's a man at the wheel,
there's a shadow on the plain.
Adelante! Adelante!
Destiny is distant,
at the end of the adventure.
What is hidden in a cloud of dust,
horizon of a shower,
and petrol fumes,
becomes music in the morning,
and wonders of South America, and relish without
bread,
rainbow under the stairs, and
time in paradise.
Skip the main road running along
a lorry load of salt ...
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