Translation of the song lyrics L'ultima luna - Lucio Dalla

L'ultima luna (original)

Author: Dalla_Lucio
Title: L’ultima_luna
L’ULTIMA LUNA DALLA
La settima 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 sesta 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 ad una signora,
E rideva e toccava, sembrava lui il padrone
La quinta luna fece paura a tutti
Era la testa di un signore MTM
Che con la morte vicino giocava a biliardino
Era grande ed elegante, ne giovane ne vecchio forse malato
Sicuramente era malato perche’perdeva sangue da un orecchio
La quarta luna era quella dei prigionieri
Che camminando seguivano le rotaie del treno
Avevano i piedi insanguinati e le mani e le mani senza guanti
Non preoccupatevi, il cielo e’sereno, oggi non ce ne sono piu’tanti
La terza luna uscirono tutti a guardarla
Era cosi’grande che piu’di qualcuno penso’al Padre Eterno
Sospesero i giochi e si spensero le luci comincio’l’inverno
Perche’quella sera, quella notte ritorno’l’inferno
La seconda luna porto’la disperazione tra gli zingari
Qualcuno addirittura si amputo’un dito
Andarono in banca a far 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 mani prese la luna tra le mani e volo’via
E volo’via e volo’via, era l’uomo di domani

(translation)

Author: Dalla_Lucio
Title: The last_moon
THE LAST MOON FROM THE
The seventh moon was that of the amusement park
The ape was prowling from the carousel to the bar
While the angel of God swore by making efforts from the chest
Big muscles and little flesh poor blessed angel
The sixth moon was the heart of a wretch
That cursed the day he was born but he was always laughing
For years he hadn't seen the sheets with coal-stained hands
He touched a lady's ass,
And he laughed and touched, he seemed to be the master
The fifth moon frightened everyone
It was the head of an MTM gentleman
That with death near him he played foosball
He was large and elegant, neither young nor old perhaps ill
Surely he was sick because he was bleeding from one ear
The fourth moon was that of the prisoners
Walking along the train tracks
They had bloody feet and hands and hands without gloves
Don't worry, the sky is clear, today there aren't many more
The third moon they all went out to look at it
It was so big that more than someone I think of the Eternal Father
The games were suspended and the lights went out. Winter begins
Because that evening, that night I return to hell
The second moon 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 was seen only by a newborn baby
He had round, deep black eyes and he didn't cry
With big hands he took the moon in his hands and flew away
He flew away and flew away, he was the man of tomorrow