Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Milano, artist - Francesco Guccini. Album song Folk Beat N.1, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: EMI Music Italy
Song language: Italian
Talkin' Milano(original) |
F: Vuoi fare il Talkin'? |
A: Facciamo il Talkin, ma… sai parlare? |
A: Facciamo così: fai la prima strofa tu, va bene, che poi seguo io, |
fai un' altra tu poi seguo io e così via… |
F: Comincio io? |
A: Sì… |
Partiamo di sera verso Milano, io, Antonio, l’americano |
Boy-Boy il cane, quattro chitarre, Dodo Veroli, niente ragazze: |
Quelle le troviamo su |
Meno Boy-Boy che legge Linus |
Lui va solo a bracchette! |
A: My turn, but I' ll do a little different |
Late last night when the moon was high we keep the boat, Boy-Boy and I |
With a loaded car right up the brim wouldn’t want to leave out any of my women |
So took along seven harmonicas, six guitar |
Five cigars, four extras, three bottles of Bourbon |
Two bottles of wine, one lump of sugar… |
From a cappuccino, naturalmente… |
A: Provi tu, Francesco? |
Ma devo consigliarti: se fai come hai fatto prima |
dobbiamo rifare tutto… |
F: Va bene… |
Mangiamo un panino, trovato il dormire, ci restano in tasca duemila lire |
Tra plettri un po' usati, venti cerini, sei sigarette e due tesserini |
Dell' autobus naturalmente… |
Boy-Boy che non sa guidare li userà per andare a donne |
Pardon, a cagnette! |
A: This is the next thing that happened… |
Your «autostrada» was all turn turning with a car wadlen like a land of turtle |
And then two I' ve forgotten to mention before, yeah: Francesco e Antonio |
kneelin' on the floor |
Said you were kneelin' |
Sat there are prayin' |
But it wasn’t the name of the Pope they were sayin'… |
Tardi la notte, dormendo ho sognato che Bob Dylan ero diventato |
Giravo il mondo con la chitarra e Ursula Andress era la mia ragazza |
Triste risveglio: |
C’era Alan con me! |
«It was a bad dream.» |
A: Wasn' t a dream… Penso che potrei far migliore il mio italiano, però… |
Tardi la notte, dormendo ho sognato che Barry McGuire ero diventato |
Giravo il mondo con la chitarra, Brigitte Bardot era la mia ragazza… |
Triste risveglio: |
C' era Francesco con me! |
It was a wet dream… |
A: Prova in Inglese, Francesco, dai… |
Some say Milano is like your town, lots of people running around |
But none worrying about when late 'cause when they get there they still got |
their way… |
People and the rechange: |
Just a few building arrange here in Milano. |
(translation) |
F: Do you want to do the talkin '? |
A: We do Talkin, but ... can you speak? |
A: Let's do it like this: you do the first verse, alright, which I then follow, |
do another you then follow me and so on ... |
F: Am I going to start? |
A: Yes ... |
We leave for Milan in the evening, I, Antonio, the American |
Boy-Boy the dog, four guitars, Dodo Veroli, no girls: |
We find those on |
Minus Boy-Boy who reads Linus |
He only goes on chopsticks! |
A: My turn, but I 'll do a little different |
Late last night when the moon was high we keep the boat, Boy-Boy and I |
With a loaded car right up the brim wouldn’t want to leave out any of my women |
So took along seven harmonicas, six guitar |
Five cigars, four extras, three bottles of Bourbon |
Two bottles of wine, one lump of sugar… |
From a cappuccino, of course ... |
A: Do you try, Francesco? |
But I have to advise you: if you do as you did before |
we have to redo everything ... |
F: Okay ... |
We eat a sandwich, find sleep, we have two thousand lire left in our pockets |
Between slightly used picks, twenty matches, six cigarettes and two badges |
Of the bus of course ... |
Boy-Boy who can't drive will use them to go to women |
Pardon, to little dogs! |
A: This is the next thing that happened ... |
Your «highway» was all turn turning with a car wadlen like a land of turtle |
And then two I 've forgotten to mention before, yeah: Francesco e Antonio |
kneelin 'on the floor |
Said you were kneelin ' |
Sat there are prayin ' |
But it wasn’t the name of the Pope they were sayin '... |
Late at night, sleeping I dreamed that Bob Dylan I had become |
I traveled the world with the guitar and Ursula Andress was my girlfriend |
Sad awakening: |
There was Alan with me! |
"It was a bad dream." |
A: Wasn 't a dream ... I think I could improve my Italian, but ... |
Late at night, sleeping I dreamed that Barry McGuire had become |
I traveled the world with the guitar, Brigitte Bardot was my girlfriend ... |
Sad awakening: |
There was Francesco with me! |
It was a wet dream ... |
A: Try it in English, Francesco, come on ... |
Some say Milano is like your town, lots of people running around |
But none worrying about when late 'cause when they get there they still got |
their way ... |
People and the rechange: |
Just a few building arrange here in Milan. |