Il Terzo Fuochista [English translation]

Gira volta gira volta volta gira1 fly

Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly

Full of diamonds is the sea

Where you never reach the horizon

Rich in perfumes the mud on the nettles

In the setting sun

Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly

Gira volta gira volta volta gira fly

Sugar, lemon and snow

Taken from the roofs of many years ago

Night after night mum will still sing

The day you were born

A love was born for me

A thousand and a thousand stars

Changed their colour

Gira volta fly to infinity

This dirge will be repeated

With the notes of an accordion

The party will still come

The saint passes the saint passes

Look how beautiful he is

The women sing in chorus

Look how beautiful he is

Skirts rubbing

As blood and wax drip from the holiness

The chimneys smoke, fried fish and cod

There was a little girl in her blue shoes

Floral dress

And her eyes to look up on

A dark shot and the smoke in the sky goes away

The little girl was spinning

In her blue shoes

Gira gira volta

Arms outstretched and nose up

And the band was slowly starting to begin

Zum para para zum para para zum pa pa

Zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa

Stalls rides games lights orchestras little tenors zum pa pa

Peanuts nougat lollipops balloons zum pa pa

And zum para para zum para para zum pa pa

And Zum paraparapa zum paraparapa zum pa pa

Brilliantine2 aftershave cigarettes trumpets horns and putipù

Earrings necklaces coiffing and much more

There was a little girl in her blue shoes

Floral dress

And her eyes to look up on

A dark shot and the smoke in the sky goes away

The little girl was spinning

In her blue shoes

Gira gira volta

Arms outstretched and nose up

And the band was slowly starting to begin

Out of tune notes

A comings and goings of naivety

People smelled

Of sweat and dignity

The third stoker

The most popular artist

Shot his colours into the sky

And in the silence they came down

Gold, turquoise, amaranth, coral, emerald and coffee

The little girl in that eastern sky

Saw the life and love that is there

One two three

Three strokes to finish and the night returned

From then on she remained dreaming

And the colours forever with her she took.

1. It's a wordplay on the word "giravolta", a twirl2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brilliantine

• Artist:Tosca