Lyrics: Carlo Mazzoli
We met a man, an old tramp
who once loaded spices on western ships
His hands built the Trans-Siberian Railway
and cut the stones for pyramids
He fell by the flames in Carthage
after being lost in the sinking of Atlantis
He went to jail a thousand times...
he killed, stole and wrote irriverent lines
Slave down in the mines of Africa,
in Europe, he was both hangman and rebel
While in Rome, he dug up the old memories of a patrician
and then we watched him disappear
through the old foggy alleys
while he was singing:
"We'll be there on the fields,
dealing with skeleton armies
while gazing upon the burning sky."
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