Lyrics of Nella Firenze degli anni '80 - Diaframma

Nella Firenze degli anni '80 (original)

Nella Firenze degli anni 80
Un ragazzo mi voleva menare
Menare, menare, menare
Alto circa uno e novanta
Lo incontravo per caso
Nei pub o nei bar
O dovunque ci fosse del rock
Non era un fatto di donne
E non sapevo perché
In mezzo a tante persone
Lui ce l’avesse con me
Lui mi guardava
Con due occhi d’odio
Stava lì a fissarmi
Per ore, per ore e per ore
Per ore, per ore e per ore
E sembrava dicesse:
«Proprio tra un minuto t’ammazzo
Te lo giuro, t’ammazzo
Tra un minuto t’ammazzo»
Io ‘sto tipo manco sapevo chi fosse
E nemmeno i miei amici
Ad i quali chiedevo
Sapevano dirmi granché
Si distingueva dalle gran masse
Per quegli occhi così carichi d’odio
Che ovunque guardasse
Cercavano me
Io non sapevo chi fosse
E non sapevo perché
Fra tante e tante persone
Lui ce l’avesse con me
Basta, per farla breve
Una sera lo incontro
Ma era tutto diverso
Era tutto cambiato
E con modi da lord inglese
Mi stringeva la mano
E mi offriva da bere
Mi offriva da bere
Io non sapevo chi fosse
E non sapevo perché
Fra tante tante persone
Lui ce l’avesse con me

(translation)

In the Florence of the 80s
A boy wanted to beat me
Lead, lead, lead
About one and ninety tall
I met him by chance
In pubs or bars
Or wherever there was rock
It wasn't a matter of women
And I didn't know why
In the midst of so many people
He was angry with me
He looked at me
With two hateful eyes
He stood there staring at me
For hours, for hours and for hours
For hours, for hours and for hours
And she seemed to say:
"I'll kill you in just a minute
I swear to you, I'll kill you
I'll kill you in a minute "
I'm like, I didn't even know who he was
Neither do my friends
To whom I was asking
They could tell me a lot
She stood out from the masses
For those eyes so full of hatred
That wherever he looked
They were looking for me
I didn't know who he was
And I didn't know why
Among many and many people
He was angry with me
Enough, in short
One evening I meet him
But it was all different
Everything had changed
And with the manners of an English lord
He held my hand
And he offered me a drink
He offered me a drink
I didn't know who he was
And I didn't know why
Among many many people
He was angry with me