Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L'Ultima Luna, artist - Jovanotti.
Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Song language: Italian
L'Ultima Luna(original) |
La 7a luna |
Era quella del luna-park |
Lo scimmione si aggirava |
Dalla giostra al bar |
Mentre l’angelo di Dio bestemmiava |
Facendo sforzi di petto |
Grandi muscoli e poca carne |
Povero angelo benedetto |
La 6a luna |
Era il cuore di un disgraziato |
Che, maledetto il giorno che era nato |
Ma rideva sempre |
Da anni non vedeva le lenzuola |
Con le mani sporche di carbone |
Toccava il culo a una signora |
E rideva e toccava |
Sembrava lui il padrone |
La 5a luna |
Fece paura a tutti |
Era la testa di un signore |
Che con la morte vicino giocava a biliardino |
Era grande ed elegante |
Né giovane né vecchio |
Forse malato |
Sicuramente era malato |
Perché perdeva sangue da un orecchio |
La 4a luna |
Era una fila di prigionieri |
Che camminando |
Seguivano le rotaie del treno |
Avevano i piedi insanguinati |
E le mani senza guanti |
Ma non preoccupatevi |
Il cielo è sereno |
Oggi non ce ne sono più tanti |
La 3a luna uscirono tutti per guardarla |
Era così grande |
Che più di uno pensò al Padre Eterno |
Sospesero i giochi e si spensero le luci |
Cominciò l’inferno |
La gente corse a casa perché per quella notte |
Ritornò l’inverno |
La 2a luna |
Portò la disperazione tra gli zingari |
Qualcuno addirittura si amputò un dito |
Andarono in banca a fare qualche operazione |
Ma che confusione |
La maggior parte prese cani e figli |
E corse alla stazione |
L’ultima luna |
La vide solo un bimbo appena nato |
Aveva occhi tondi e neri e fondi |
E non piangeva |
Con grandi ali prese la luna tra le mani, tra le mani |
E volò via e volò via |
Era l’uomo di domani l’uomo di domani |
E volò via e volò via |
Era l’uomo di domani l’uomo di domani |
(translation) |
The 7th moon |
It was that of the amusement park |
The ape was prowling |
From the carousel to the bar |
While the angel of God was cursing |
Making chest strains |
Big muscles and little meat |
Poor blessed angel |
The 6th moon |
It was the heart of a wretch |
What, damn the day he was born |
But he was always laughing |
He hadn't seen the sheets for years |
With coal-stained hands |
He was touching a lady's ass |
And he laughed and touched |
He seemed to be the master |
The 5th moon |
He scared everyone |
It was the head of a gentleman |
That with death near him he played foosball |
He was big and elegant |
Neither young nor old |
Maybe sick |
He was certainly sick |
Because he was bleeding from one ear |
The 4th moon |
It was a line of prisoners |
Than walking |
They followed the train tracks |
Their feet were bloody |
And hands without gloves |
But don't worry |
The sky is clear |
Today there aren't many of them anymore |
On the 3rd moon they all went out to look at it |
It was that big |
That more than one thought of the Eternal Father |
The games stopped and the lights went out |
Hell began |
People ran home because for that night |
Winter returned |
The 2nd moon |
It brought despair among the gypsies |
Someone even amputated a finger |
They went to the bank to do some business |
But what a mess |
Most took dogs and children |
And ran to the station |
The last moon |
Only a newborn baby saw her |
He had round, black, deep eyes |
And she didn't cry |
With great wings he took the moon in his hands, in his hands |
And she flew away and flew away |
He was the man of tomorrow the man of tomorrow |
And he flew away and flew away |
He was the man of tomorrow the man of tomorrow |