Strade Dell'Est - Franco Battiato

Carichi i treni che dall’Albania

Portano tanti stranieri in Siberia

Tappeti antichi mercanti indiani

Mettono su case tra Russia e Cina

Strade dell’Est

Spinto da i Turchi e dagli Iracheni

Qui fece campo Mustafà Mullah Barazani

Strade dell’Est d’immensi orizzonti

Città nascoste di lingua persiana

Da qui la Fine

Dicono storie di Principesse

Chiuse in castelli per troppa bellezza

Fiori di Loto giardini stupendi

…e Leningrado oggi

Strade dell’Est

Di notte ancora ti può capitare

Di udire suoni di armonium sfiatati

E vecchi curdi che da mille anni

Offrono il petto a Novene…

Strade dell’Est

Load the trains from Albania

They bring many foreigners to Siberia

Antique Indian merchants carpets

They set up houses between Russia and China

Streets of the East

Pushed by the Turks and the Iraqis

Here Mustafà Mullah Barazani made camp

East roads of immense horizons

Hidden cities of Persian language

Hence the End

They tell stories of Princesses

Locked in castles for too much beauty

Beautiful lotus gardens

… And Leningrad today

Streets of the East

At night it can still happen to you

To hear vented harmonium sounds

And old Kurds who have been for a thousand years

They offer their breasts to Novenas ...

Streets of the East