Khorakhané [A forza di essere vento] [English translation]

The heart slows down, the head walks

In that well of piss and concrete

To that camp ripped by the wind

By persistently being the wind

I bear the name of all the baptismes

Every name is the seal of a pass

For a ford, a land, a cloud, a song

A diamond hidden in the bread

Just for a so sweet mood of the blood

Travelling for the reason of the travel itself

The heart slows down and the head walks

In the darkness of abandoned carousels

Some Romani have stopped by and become Italians

Like some copper that's getting dark on a wall

They can read the book of the world

With changing words and no writing

In the paths they close in a palm

The secrets that make people afraid

Until a man meets you and doesn't recognize himself

And every land catches fire and peace succumbs

Their children fell out of the calendar

Yugoslavia, Poland, Hungary

Soldiers took them all

And got rid of them

And then Mirka at St George in May 1

In the middle of the flames of the flowers laughing and drinking

And tears, as a relief, invade the eyes

They fall from the eyes

Now stand up, young brides

Because it's time to go

With the pale blue veins on the wrists

Even today we go to ask for charity

And if this means stealing

This piece of bread between misery and bad luck

In the mirror of this kampina2

Limpid like a goodbye to my eyes

This can be said only by someone that can receive in their mouth

God's point of view

I'll lay my head on your shoulder

And I'll dream

A dream made of sea

And tomorrow a fire of woods

So the blue air

Will become home.

Who will narrate?

Who will be?

It will be who's gonna stay

I'll follow this migration

I'll follow

This stream of wings.

1. It's the principal Romani celebration, on 6th of May.2. It's a caravan.

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:Anime salve (1996)