Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di), artist - Francesco Guccini. Album song Metropolis, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: EMI Music Italy
Song language: Italian
Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di)(original) |
Quando son nato io Pesavo sei chili |
Avevo spalle da uomo |
E mani grandi come badili. |
Quando son nato io Eran davvero tempi cupi |
E le mie strade erano piene |
Di iene e di lupi |
Quando son nato io La morte stringeva la vite e la Gente dei mondo |
Ingoiava cordite. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Col vestiti comprati all’Upim |
Abituati ad un cielo a buchi |
Che vedete sempre pi lontano. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Cos fragili cos infelici |
Che urlate rabbia senza radici |
Con occhi tinti e con niente in Mano. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Derubati anche d speranza |
Che danzate la vostra danza |
In quello zoo metropolitano. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Con fazzoletti come giardini |
Poveri indiani nella riserva |
Povere giacche blu questurini. |
Quando son nato io |
C’era la fame nera |
E la vita d’ognuno |
Tirava il lotto ogni sera. |
Quando son nato io Le citt erano cimiteri |
E la primavera sbocciava |
Sopra ai morti di ieri. |
Quando son nato io alla fine |
Ci tu gran festa |
E l’uomo si svegli dal sonno |
Apr gli occhi e rialz la testa. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Dall’orizzonte sempre coperto |
Povera sete di libert |
Costretta a vivere nel deserto. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Dalle musiche come un motore |
Col pi terribile del silenzi |
La solitudine del rumore. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Figli di padri preoccupanti |
Con un esistere da nano |
E nella mente sogni giganti. |
Poveri bimbi di Milano |
Numerosi come minuti |
Viaggiatori di mete fisse |
Spettatori sempre seduti. |
Quando son nato io Come capita a tutti |
Il tempo uguale e incurante |
Imponeva i suoi frutti. |
Quando son nato io Nel rogo d S. Silvestro |
Si bruciava il passato |
E il peccato col resto. |
Quando rinasceremo |
Come il sogno d’un uomo |
Bruceremo il futuro |
In piazza del Duomo. |
(translation) |
When I was born I weighed six kilos |
I had a man's shoulders |
And hands as big as shovels. |
When I was born, it was really dark times |
And my streets were full |
Of hyenas and wolves |
When I was born Death held the vine and the People of the world |
He swallowed cordite. |
Poor children of Milan |
With clothes bought at the Upim |
Get used to a sky with holes |
Which you see farther and farther. |
Poor children of Milan |
So fragile so unhappy |
Who scream rootless rage |
With dyed eyes and with nothing in hand. |
Poor children of Milan |
Robbed also gives hope |
Let you dance your dance |
In that metropolitan zoo. |
Poor children of Milan |
With handkerchiefs like gardens |
Poor Indians on the reservation |
Poor blue policemen jackets. |
When I was born |
There was black hunger |
And everyone's life |
He pulled the lottery every night. |
When I was born Cities were cemeteries |
And spring was blossoming |
Above the dead of yesterday. |
When I was born in the end |
There you great party |
And the man awakens from sleep |
He opened his eyes and raised his head. |
Poor children of Milan |
From the horizon always covered |
Poor thirst for freedom |
Forced to live in the desert. |
Poor children of Milan |
From music like an engine |
With the most terrible of silence |
The solitude of noise. |
Poor children of Milan |
Children of worrying fathers |
With a dwarf existence |
And in the mind giant dreams. |
Poor children of Milan |
As numerous as minutes |
Fixed destination travelers |
Spectators always seated. |
When I was born As it happens to everyone |
Time equal and careless |
It imposed its fruits. |
When I was born In the stake of S. Silvestro |
The past was being burned |
And sin with the rest. |
When will we be reborn |
Like a man's dream |
We will burn the future |
In the Piazza del Duomo. |