Makè manà

And the wheel goes round and eats up the road
leaves a light trace, an undulating mark
At first it's a meeting of Italian jaws
they have wild hearts
You can pass, they don't make you pay

A whirlwind is BLARING
at the court of the oil KING
Bored, a finance TYCOON chases big flies away
A small party of fattened SHARKS
Clamours at the arrival
of the PENNILESS destitutes
Tu tu tu tu tes

And you go in the sun, and you narrow your eyes
To pay for the errors of time
And you go, you go on, rolling on

Ah ah ah in the occupied lands
Ah ah ah the stolen certainties
Ah ah ah have lost their melody
only the rhythm that goes on

Makè makè makè manà     makè manà

A naked CHILD further on
with an erratic look
makes a present of withered compass roses
Over there, where the valley gets narrower
into a bottleneck
the pride of the country blocks
the passage completely

We should remember the bitter mouthfuls
the rotten fish soups
the spitting and the abuse, the carrots and the sticks
the people blowing the North wind 
windy windy wee