A ship sails in the fog of fraud
and slowly cuts through an ocean of mud
rain beating on the wood of the prow
the wind of deception pushes it proudly.
A ship sails along the course of history
brings with it hidden iniquities
crew of bagmen, slothful and bartermen
thieves and cheaters from masquerade parties.
Sail a ship inside the circle of gluttons
where there is Cerberus who gives his bark
and if the route leads towards wealth
Pluto howls like a hungry wolf.
Sail, sail the ship of the powerful
above the the wave of their vanity
Sails, sails the ship of the lords
one day or another it will sink in chaos.
And if you look carefully on the ship there is hidden
stolen from time of their governance
a treasure that illuminates the hold
a capital to be able to accumulate.
And on the ship behind the fetid booty
thrown to the ground and gagged
there is it is Donna Italia wounded between the legs
tired, naked and abandoned.
Outside the devil has no more patience
and calls his guardians to court
orders them to fly over the sea
br/>and let there be a storm on the heads of humans.
Now the ship is in the middle of the storm
the only thing is to try to escape
and the helmsman while he runs to the lifeboat
shout to the crew: “There is a treasure to save!”.
Sail, sail the ship of thieves
in the direction of money, his majesty
Sail, sail the ship of villains
/>but one day Charon will ferry you.
Surely go now on your boats
and raise your golden glasses to toast
pomp is a drug that clouds the minds
it makes you forget the woman in the middle of the sea.
But you will reach the Sea of u200bu200brebels
she is right there waiting behind the mountain
where the waters that thirst for justice
will take you to the shores of Acheron.