Diavolo rosso [English translation]

Those blonde girls

with those little rings on their ears

all brides who is going to give birth to

men as big as trees

That when you try to convince

Than you'll see that they're really made of wood

Red devil

forget the road

Come here with us

drinkin an orange-juice

Against the light all the time

Here it goes away...

Look at the higher nights

of this North-West, dressed-up with stars

and the wagon paths as frozen

as the french look

a waltz of wind and straw

the peasant death

which walk back up the paddy fields

and hit off the frogs

and owns everything

it gets on the white farm yards

like mowers for the harvest

Voices from the sun, other voices

from this country, other abysses of lights

and earth and soul, nothing more

than the horse, the quinine

and voices and hotel's whisper

lovers from the valley

queens of couriers and wagons made of stone

their, their ancient discretion,

water and honey...

Red devil

forget the road

Come here with us

drinkin an orange-juice

Against the light all the time

Here it goes away...

Fireflies are rolling

In the circles of night...

this darkness tastes of hay and outstation

and the song maybe tastes like ratafia

• Artist:Paolo Conte