Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quel giorno a primavera, artist - Modena City Ramblers.
Date of issue: 02.11.2006
Song language: Italian
Quel giorno a primavera(original) |
???Dopo la tempesta, viene sempre il sereno??? |
si disse come augurio di ventura |
E dopo il banchetto i caimani e gli sciacalli |
se ne andarono sul fare della sera |
Banchieri e opinionisti saltaron sulla scena |
spartendosi i brandelli della preda |
Solerti portaborse e onorevoli in carriera |
passarono il confine in silenzio |
Prima che fosse mattina |
di quel giorno di primavera |
E qualche Masaniello senza crederci nemmeno |
propose slogan dai capelli bianchi |
Ma subito la folla in coda per i saldi |
gli rispose con bordate di pernacchie |
Consulenti e manager cambiarono stock options |
con titoli e promesse al portatore |
Cooperatori avidi e furbetti di quartiere |
s’insegnarono sul come riciclarsi |
In pentimenti e altre bandiere |
in quel giorno a primavera |
In quel giorno a primavera! |
Si sparsero le voci di un cambio della guardia |
mentre i corvi volavano sul fiume |
Ma presto banditori e moderne chiromanti |
spacciarono illusioni e nuovi incanti |
Anarchici delusi e indomiti cosacchi |
si convinsero che un’altra era la strada |
E mentre istituivano processi alle intenzioni |
un bimbo alzògli occhi e vide il nonno |
Piangere di rabbia |
in quel giorno a primavera |
Notabili di Chiesa e parassiti intellettuali |
mischiarono ipocrisie e morali |
E il popolo sovrano presentandosi alle casse |
reclamòi buoni scontro perle masse |
Giovani precari puntarono sul mutuo |
contro le pensioni dei loro genitori |
E i giudici stremati chiusero gli uffici |
e partirono per un weekend di festa |
Alla salute di tutti i condannati |
in quel giorno a primavera |
In quel giorno a primavera! |
(Grazie a Sale per questo testo) |
(translation) |
??? After the storm, it's always sunny ??? |
he said to himself as a wish for fortune |
And after the banquet the caimans and jackals |
they left in the evening |
Bankers and pundits leapt onto the scene |
sharing the pieces of the prey |
Solerti carrier and honorable in career |
they crossed the border in silence |
Before it was morning |
of that spring day |
And some Masaniello without even believing it |
proposed white-haired slogans |
But immediately the crowd queued for the sales |
he replied with broadsides of raspberry |
Consultants and managers changed stock options |
with bearer bonds and promises |
Greedy and crafty neighborhood cooperators |
they taught themselves how to recycle |
In repentances and other flags |
on that day in spring |
On that day in spring! |
Rumors spread of a changing of the guard |
while the ravens flew over the river |
But soon auctioneers and modern fortune tellers |
they peddled illusions and new charms |
Disappointed anarchists and indomitable Cossacks |
they were convinced that the road was another |
And while they instituted processes of intentions |
a child looked up and saw his grandfather |
Crying with rage |
on that day in spring |
Church notables and intellectual parasites |
they mixed hypocrisy and morals |
And the sovereign people presenting themselves at the cash desks |
claimed the good fight for the masses |
Precarious young people focused on the mortgage |
against their parents' pensions |
And the exhausted judges closed their offices |
and left for a holiday weekend |
To the health of all the condemned |
on that day in spring |
On that day in spring! |
(Thanks to Sale for this text) |