Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Agrigentum Road lyrics

There a wind remains that I recall afire within the manes of horses as they slanted their way across the planes, a wind that chafes the sandstone and erodes the very hearts of derelict caryatids cast down Onto the gra**. Soul of antiquity Gone gray with age and rage, turn back and lean into that wind, breathe of the delicate moss clothing those giants tumbled out of heaven. How lonely what is left to you must be! And worse: to break your heart to hear once more that sound resound and dwindle out to sea where Hesperus already streaks the dawn: a sad j**'s-harp reverberating through the throat of that lone cartman as he slowly ascends his moon-cleansed hill again through dark murmurings of the Moorish olive trees.