Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song L'Uomo Col Megafono , by - Daniele Silvestri. Release date: 28.02.1995
Song language: Italian
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! |