Compagna dei maccella, eja, eja, alala!
They don't blow fire from the mouths of animals
Let's fear posterity, let's hide our intentions
Eja, eja, alala!
Let's sharpen cute, eja, eja
The wind burns among the wheat, eja, eja
Our flesh smells of rancidity, eja, eja, alala!
We intended for ourselves the Great Passion
Who doubts the passionate power of these horns< br/>

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