Ritorno

I' ve delicate tastes,
I' ve a courtly pipe,
I' ve an irreprensible heart,
I Everar, inesorable and bitter,
with renewed faith
jump an other time on the I piroga
carrying the Fandango stile
and you Serpicida, made of whiskey and onions,
open your nigger soul
and proclaim the immortality of my art