Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I tre miti, artist - Nomadi. Album song Sempre Nomadi, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Record label: CGD East West
Song language: Italian
I tre miti(original) |
Quelli che son stati adolescenti insieme a me, |
e di anni ne hanno almeno trentratr, |
avevano tre miti nel settanta o gi№ di l¬: |
il sesso, il socialismo ed il GT. |
Magari la ragazza c’era chi l’aveva gi |
ma sogni rosa e petting a met. |
Il sesso quello vero era tutt’altro era lontano, |
Hugh Heffner o la storia di un mio amico. |
Ma poi poco alla volta ce lo siamo conquistato, |
i tab№ infranti c' chi si sposato. |
Lavoro, figli, alcuni divorzio infine libert |
ma ormai fuori dal mito e fuori et. |
E ritorniamo indietro a quei vent’anni o gi№ di l¬, |
vediamo la faccenda del GT. |
Io fortunato ci son stato sopra a quell’et |
perch ad un mio amico lo comprІ pap. |
E dopo tanti anni ce l’ho avuto pure io, |
un GT vero proprio tutto mio. |
Magari certo usato ed anche arrugginito |
e soprattutto ormai fuori dal mito. |
E c' chi tra di noi ha abbandonato l’avventura |
per noia, opportunismo o per paura. |
E chi non l’abbandona ma non capisce cosa sia |
per troppa fede o per poca ironia. |
E c' chi come me, tra sessantotto e masochismo, |
ancora l¬ che aspetta il socialismo. |
Arriver stiam certi, sar euro- o dal volto umano, |
speriamo che non sia di seconda mano. |
(translation) |
Those who were adolescents with me, |
and they are at least thirty-three years old, |
they had three myths in the seventies or so: |
sex, socialism and GT. |
Maybe there was someone who already had her |
but pink dreams and half petting. |
Sex, the real one was quite different, it was far away, |
Hugh Heffner or the story of a friend of mine. |
But then little by little we conquered it, |
there are those who have broken the tabrules. |
Work, children, some divorce and finally freedom |
but now out of the myth and out of age. |
And let's go back to those twenty years or so, |
let's see the GT thing. |
I was lucky I was on it at that age |
because a friend of mine bought it from dad. |
And after so many years I've had it too, |
a real GT of my own. |
Maybe some used and even rusty |
and above all now out of the myth. |
And there are those among us who have abandoned the adventure |
out of boredom, opportunism or fear. |
And who does not abandon it but does not understand what it is |
for too much faith or for little irony. |
And there are those like me, between sixty-eight and masochism, |
still there waiting for socialism. |
We are sure it will arrive, it will be euro- or with a human face, |
we hope it is not second hand. |