Tortuga - Talco

All’orizzonte dell’illusione

Oltre le falde della disinformazione

Lamenti stolti, vuoti impuniti

Mari assordati dalla danza dei banditi

Ai piedi di una memoria ingrata

Sveglian le storie di una terra liberata

Caduta in mare nell’incoscenza

Svenduta al banco di una bieca indifferenza

Le pene di ogni generazione

Venti contrari volti alla moderazione

Servi del vento, miti traditi

Spazzati a largo dalla danza dei banditi

Vele spiegate sopra giorni abbandonati

Salpati a bordo sopra un circo di pirati

Su antichi fasti di macerie e falsi miti

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Nella mia terra, fiacca e malata

Sono il bandito di un’idea dimenticata

Ma un vecchio canto di idee distorte

Condanna il sole spalancando le sue porte

Indietro va madre idiozia

Apre i battenti di antichi reati

Vecchie agonie, nuovi antenati

Ma sotto il ponte tuona un circo di pirati

Vele spiegate sopra giorni abbandonati

Salpati a bordo sopra un circo di pirati

Su antichi fasti di macerie e falsi miti

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Vele spiegate sopra giorni abbandonati

Salpati a bordo sopra un circo di pirati

Su antichi fasti di macerie e falsi miti

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

Tuona invisibile la danza dei banditi

La danza dei banditi

La danza dei banditi

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TORTUGA

On the horizon of illusion

Beyond all the layers of disinformation

Foolish laments empty and unpunished

Seas deafened by the bandits' dance

At the foot of ungrateful memory

Awaken stories from a liberated land

Drowned in the sea of irresponsibility

And sold off for guilty indifference

Each generation’s suffering

Contrary winds given to moderation

Slaves to the wind, betrayed myths

Brushed away by the bandits' dance

In full sails beyond abandoned days

On board of a pirate ship

Between the ancient pomp of ruins and false myths

The bandits' dance roars invisible

In this feeble and sickly land of mine

I’m a bandit with a forgotten ideal

While the old song of distorted ideas

Opens its doors to sentence the sun

And mother idiocy falls back

And discloses ancient crimes

Old agonies, new ancestors

Beneath a bridge a circus of pirates roars

On the horizon of illusion

Beyond the slopes of disinformation

Foolish complaints, empty unpunished

Seas deafened by the dance of the bandits

At the foot of an ungrateful memory

The stories of a liberated land awake

Fall into the sea in unconsciousness

Sold out at the counter of a grim indifference

The pains of each generation

Winds against moderation

Servants of the wind, myths betrayed

Swept away by the dance of the bandits

Sails unfurled over abandoned days

Set sail aboard a pirate circus

On ancient glories of rubble and false myths

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

In my land, weak and sick

I am the bandit of a forgotten idea

But an old song of distorted ideas

Condemns the sun by opening its doors wide

Back goes mother idiocy

It opens the doors of ancient crimes

Old agonies, new ancestors

But under the bridge a pirate circus thunders

Sails unfurled over abandoned days

Set sail aboard a pirate circus

On ancient glories of rubble and false myths

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

Sails unfurled over abandoned days

Set sail aboard a pirate circus

On ancient glories of rubble and false myths

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits thunders invisibly

The dance of the bandits

The dance of the bandits

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TORTUGA

On the horizon of illusion

Beyond all the layers of disinformation

Foolish laments empty and unpunished

Seas deafened by the bandits' dance

At the foot of ungrateful memory

Awaken stories from a liberated land

Drowned in the sea of ​​irresponsibility

And sold off for guilty indifference

Each generation's suffering

Contrary winds given to moderation

Slaves to the wind, betrayed myths

Brushed away by the bandits' dance

In full sails beyond abandoned days

On board of a pirate ship

Between the ancient pomp of ruins and false myths

The bandits' dance roars invisible

In this feeble and sickly land of mine

I'm a bandit with a forgotten ideal

While the old song of distorted ideas

Opens its doors to sentence the sun

And mother idiocy falls back

And discloses ancient crimes

Old agonies, new ancestors

Beneath a bridge a circus of pirates roars