Translation of the song lyrics Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di) - Francesco Guccini

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.

Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di) (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.