Arrivano gli americani [English translation]

The statues are sweating blood, they speak inside the churches,

Announcing a great miracle from the afterlife.

The archangels above the beach begin their safari,

With the chefs, women, followers and the shoeshiners.

The Americans are coming, Garibaldini martians,

Holy Virgin, you heard our prayers!

From the trucks, between flowers and flags, while we clap our Hands, they throw (chocolate) bars of freedom.

They raise giant banners on the smoking ruins,

Candles above the city's graves.

In the burnt countryside distant sounds come:

Barking dogs, merely answering a jukebox.

The Americans are coming, Garibaldini martians,

Holy Virgin, you heard our prayers!

From the trucks, between flowers and flags, while we clap our Hands, they throw (chocolate) bars of freedom.

In a country there is a man with a megaphone in his hand:

If he speaks Italian nobody will understand him.

Now the square is deserted, but a window was open,

And a lady doesn't want to change her Dash.*

The Americans are coming, Garibaldini martians,

Holy Virgin, you heard our prayers!

From the trucks, between flowers and flags, whilst we clap our Hands, they throw (chocolate) bars of freedom.