Translation of the song lyrics L'Ultima Luna - Jovanotti

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

L'Ultima Luna (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