Lyrics of Me' nnamoravo de te - Fabrizio Moro

Me' nnamoravo de te (original)

Nasco negli anni 70, inizio col dire
C’era una volta una radio libera
Sempre accesa e raccontava ogni cosa
Musica, sport, scontri politici
Figli dei fiori, fatti e pacifici
Rubriche d’amore e poesie
Affari di Stato e antipatie
Fra operai e principali
Moralisti e intellettuali
San Pellegrino o Sanbittèr
Il compromesso di Berlinguer
Erano gli anni, gli anni 70
E finiva Carosello
I pensieri di Pasolini
Venivano offesi con un coltello
Io
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Cresco negli anni 80, anni 80, anni 80, 80
L’Italia che vince il Mondiale
Assiste all’alba del nuovo Canale 5
6, 7, 8, l’alternanza in Parlamento
È in continuo aggiornamento
Non dà spazio al giuramento
«Per la patria lo farò»
L’ostinazione di un pensiero
Che non è rosso, non è nero
Difeso a volte senza vergogna
L’Italia che vota, che varca i confini
Si abbraccia in silenzio per Sandro Pertini
Io
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Eccoli gli anni 90
E mentre in Germania è andato giù il muro
La mano pulita disegna il futuro
La terra che amiamo gioca a monopoli
Paga il pedaggio per Tangentopoli
C'è chi bisbiglia sotto i tappeti
Che esistono patti, patti segreti
Ne senti parlare ma poi non li vedi
Capi partito, capi famiglia
Si vogliono bene che è una meraviglia
Si giurano fede fino alla morte
E saltano in aria giudici e scorte
Io
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Me' nnamoravo de te
Il progresso considera il sacrificio e l’amore
Il progresso che implica coraggio e dolore
Sposando la Patria si sposa l’ardore
Di un futuro pulito, di un’alba migliore
Venite ragazzi, venite bambini
L’Italia s'è desta fra santi e assassini
Appare cattiva, ladra e fallita
Ma è solo stuprata, confusa e impaurita

(translation)

I was born in the 70s, I start by saying
Once upon a time there was a free radio
Always on and told everything
Music, sports, political clashes
Flower children, factual and peaceful
Love books and poems
State affairs and dislikes
Between workers and principals
Moralists and intellectuals
San Pellegrino or Sanbittèr
The Berlinguer compromise
Those were the years, the 70s
And Carosello ended
Pasolini's thoughts
They were offended with a knife
the
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I grew up in the 80s, 80s, 80s, 80s
Italy that wins the World Cup
Witness the dawn of the new Channel 5
6, 7, 8, alternation in Parliament
It is constantly updated
It does not give space to the oath
"For the country I will do it"
The obstinacy of a thought
Which is not red, it is not black
Defended sometimes without shame
Italy that votes, that crosses borders
He hugs in silence for Sandro Pertini
the
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
Here they are the 90s
And while in Germany the wall went down
The clean hand draws the future
The land we love plays monopolies
Pay the toll for Tangentopoli
There are those who whisper under the carpets
That there are pacts, secret pacts
You hear about them but then you don't see them
Party leaders, heads of families
They love each other which is a marvel
They swear faith until death
And judges and escorts blow up
the
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
I was in love with you
Progress considers sacrifice and love
Progress that involves courage and pain
Marrying the homeland is married to ardor
Of a clean future, of a better dawn
Come boys, come children
Italy woke up between saints and murderers
It appears bad, thieving and failed
But she is just raped, confused and scared