Dolphins go dancing on the beaches
Elephants go dancing in unknown cemeteries
Clouds go dancing on the horizon
Trains go dancing in paid museums
And where do you go dancing?

Come dance in Puglia, Puglia, Puglia
Trembling like a leaf, leaf, leaf
Keep your head high when you pass by the crane
Because it can happen that it detaches and comes down

Hey tourist I know you stay in this Italian place
Be careful! You cross the border but this land sends you to the madhouse
Adriatic and Ionian Sea, you want to breathe the iodine
But here in the gulf there is a smell of sulfur, because the devil is coming
Terrifying tan with ILVA's dioxin
Here you get pois redder than Milva and then you look like Pimpa
In the area they deal the best death
There are those who smoked ENI's poisons
Who worked and went into a coma
Even Gargano smokes, with all those lit forests
Tourist you dance and you sing, I count the deceased of this country
Where those cunning ones who do business, no, they don't skimp on expenses
They think that the Kyoto protocol is a Japanese erotic film

Come dance in Puglia, Puglia, Puglia
Where the night is dark, dark, dark
So much so that you close your eyelids and don't open them anymore
Come dance and scratch your balls too
That you have to dance in Puglia, Puglia, Puglia
Trembling like a leaf, leaf, leaf
Keep your head high when you pass by the crane
Because it can happen that it detaches and comes down

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, oh

It's true, here they party, but people are depressed and discharged
I have a friend who had to get hired in a factory to kill himself
Between a pole that falls and a pipe that bursts
In that turmoil, those who work hard die
Echoes don't work hard, they buy stuff
And they get high until they fill the grave

Come dance mate in the tomato fields
Where the mafia enslaves the workers
And if you rebel you go out
Romanians crammed into hovels like peeled in cans
Forced to endure the blackmail of big men but like confetti
Tourist you stay with sandals and don't make scandals if we are ungrateful
And we have forgotten to be children of emigrants
Mortified, we won't ruin your trip
Come on, pass through Puglia, move on to a better life

Come dance in Puglia, Puglia, Puglia
Where the night is dark, dark, dark
So much so that you close your eyelids and don't open them anymore
Come dance and scratch your balls too
That you have to dance in Puglia, Puglia, Puglia
Where the executioner awaits you, executioner, executioner
At the corners of the streets more swords than King Arthur
The chasm opens and you go straight to Beelzebub

Oh Puglia Puglia mine you Puglia mine
I always carry you in my heart when I go away
And immediately I think that I could die without you
And immediately I think that I could die even with you

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

Silence, silence in the classroom (ssh, ssh)
Mr. Rezza Capa is accused of vilification
Of mass tourism and infamy towards the front
Does the defendant have anything to rectify?
Not now Mr. Judge
I'm playing video games

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