Lyrics of L'Uomo Col Megafono - Daniele Silvestri

L'Uomo Col Megafono (original)

L’uomo col megafono parlava parlava
Parlava di cose importanti, purtroppo
I passanti, passando distratti, a tratti
Soltanto sembravano ascoltare il suo
Monologo, ma l’uomo col megafono
Credeva nei propri argomenti e per questo
Andava avanti, ignorando i continui
Commenti di chi lo prendeva per matto…
Però il fatto è che lui… soffriva… lui
Soffriva… davvero
L’uomo col megafono cercava, sperava
Tentava di bucare il cemento e gridava
Nel vento parole di avvertimento e di lotta
Ma intanto la voce era rotta e la tosse
Allungava i silenzi, sembrava che fosse
Questione di pochi momenti, ma
Invece di nuovo la voce tornava, la voce
Tornava…
COMPAGNI!
AMICI!
UNIAMO LE VOCI!
GIUSTIZIA!
PROGRESSO!
ADESSO!
ADESSO!
L’uomo e il suo megafono sembravano
Staccati dal mondo, lui così magro
Profondo e ridicolo insieme, lo sguardo di
Un uomo a cui preme davvero qualcosa
E che grida un tormento reale, non per un
Esaurimento privato e banale, ma proprio
Per l’odio e l’amore, che danno colore e
Calore, colore e calore
Ma lui… soffriva… lui
Soffriva… davvero
COMPAGNI!
AMICI!
UNIAMO LE VOCI!
GIUSTIZIA!
PROGRESSO!
ADESSO!
ADESSO!

(translation)

The man with the megaphone spoke spoke
He was talking about important things, unfortunately
Passers-by, passing distracted, at times
They only seemed to be listening to hers
Monologue, but the man with the megaphone
He believed in his arguments and for this reason
He went on, ignoring the continuations
Comments from those who took him for mad ...
But the fact is that he… suffered… him
He was in pain… really
The man with the megaphone was looking for, he hoped
He tried to puncture the concrete and screamed
In the wind words of warning and struggle
But meanwhile his voice was broken and he coughed
He lengthened the silences, it seemed that it was
A matter of a few moments, but
Instead the voice came back again, the voice
He was coming back ...
COMPANIONS!
FRIENDS!
LET'S JOIN THE VOICES!
JUSTICE!
PROGRESS!
NOW!
NOW!
The man and his megaphone seemed like him
Detached from the world, he is so thin
Deep and ridiculous at the same time, the look of
A man who really cares about something
And that screams a real torment, not for a
Private and banal exhaustion, but its own
For hatred and love, which give color and
Warmth, color and warmth
But he… suffered… him
He was in pain… really
COMPANIONS!
FRIENDS!
LET'S JOIN THE VOICES!
JUSTICE!
PROGRESS!
NOW!
NOW!