Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bianchi e neri, artist - Nomadi. Album song Le Strade , Gli Amici , Il Concerto, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.09.1997
Record label: CGD East West
Song language: Italian
Bianchi e neri(original) |
Erano giorni terribili, la guerra divampava |
un mostro spaventoso, la gente divorava |
fratello contro fratello, odio contro amore |
uomini venivano uccisi solo per un colore. |
Ma un uomo nel suo giardino |
la speranza coltivava |
tutti i suoi fratelli con amore aiutava |
anche lui aveva un’idea: con coraggio la portava |
ma su tutto amava la vita |
contro tutti lottava. |
Cos¬ un giorno vide un nero moribondo |
fece proprio di tutto per riportarlo al mondo |
per questo i bianchi pensarono |
che fosse un collaborazionista |
il suo nome scrissero sopra una lunga lista. |
Un giorno un bianco fuggiasco |
alla sua porta andІ a bussare |
per cercare scampo alla morte |
da lui si fece salvare, |
cos¬ anche i neri lo odiarono, |
giurarono vendetta |
perch© chi non era con loro |
doveva morire in fretta. |
In una notte di luna |
l’uomo buono camminava |
sopra il crinale di un monte, |
che due valli divideva, |
da una parte i bianchi lo spiavano, |
pronti a colpirlo al cuore |
dall’altra i neri stavano |
per placare il loro furore. |
Partirono due colpi assieme |
cadde con gli occhi al cielo |
sul suo sguardo stupito |
si stese un lieve velo. |
I neri felici esultarono |
come i bianchi a loro volta, |
ma essi non sapevano |
che la piet era morta. |
(translation) |
Those were terrible days, the war was raging |
a frightening monster, people devoured |
brother against brother, hate against love |
men were killed for one color only. |
But a man in his garden |
hope nurtured |
all his brothers helped him with love |
he too had an idea: he carried it with courage |
but above all he loved life |
he fought against them all. |
So one day he saw a dying black man |
he did everything he could to bring him back to the world |
that's why the whites thought |
that he was a collaborator |
his name wrote him on a long list. |
One day a white runaway |
she knocked on his door |
to seek escape from death |
he let himself be saved, |
so even the blacks hated him, |
they swore revenge |
because who was not with them |
he had to die quickly. |
On a moonlit night |
the good man walked |
on the crest of a mountain, |
that divided two valleys, |
on one side the whites spied on him, |
ready to hit him in the heart |
on the other, the blacks stood |
to appease their fury. |
Two shots went off together |
he fell with his eyes to the sky |
on his astonished gaze |
a light veil spread. |
The happy blacks cheered |
like whites in turn, |
but they didn't know |
that the pity was dead. |