The torch of the saint with the band on his head comes back into view
From behind the window I observe the promontory
After leaving the church I will go down? the decorum
The popular songs of the procession
They join with the sign of blessing
The priest casts patrolling glances
That graze the carabiniere's jacket
He wouldn't allow himself to do confusion
In spite of the doctor's daughter
Who is depraved with her short skirt
And wears a tennis outfit
Look at the donkey acting like a rooster
You don't notices that he seems clumsy
Skua going on the attack
It carries its feces on it
Both the donkey and the woodworm
They do not catch attention
Along the soul of the streets
The procession descends alive
The crossed symbol of the right thing comes back into view
I prefer to stay inside the house on the ground
Kneeling to say a prayer in earnest
Even if I don't believe it, it really seems good
The sinister alternative of the rosary I swear
Young people like an aperitif, it's disgusting
I prefer wine and cheese with worms
Who crawl on the edge of the courtyard with style
As they would at the saint's procession
Followed by dozens of perfect sick people
Who are numbered by destiny
Look at the donkey that is the rooster
He doesn't notice that he looks clumsy
Skua going on the attack
It carries its own feces on it
Both the donkey and the woodworm
They don't capture attention
Along the soul of the streets
The procession descends alive

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