Vacanze Romane - Matia Bazar - 1983

Italian
“Arriverederci Roma”, lo sentii pronunciare ma non ci feci caso, o almeno non pensai a Roma.
La conosco Roma, non la Roma di Greta Garbo, non ho mai buttato monetine in acque, forse non ho mai avuto una vacanza romana.
Mi da pena Roma, ci ritornerei anche in vacanza, con la speranza di buttare le mie monete laddove la vita è “La dolce vita”.
Mi manca Roma.

English
“Arriverederci Roma”, I listened to this verse but I didn’t care about it and I didn’t thought about Rome.
I know Rome, But not the Greta Garbo’s Rome, I had never thrown coins in the water, maybe I never had a roma’s holiday.
Rome hurts me, I’d like to return over there also for a simple holiday , wishing to throw my coins where the life is “La dolce vita”.
Missing Rome.

p.s. sorry for my fucking english


Roma dove sei? Eri con me
Oggi prigione tu, prigioniera io
Roma antica citta', ora vecchia realta'
Non ti accorgi di me e lo sai che pena mi fai?

Va piove il cielo sulla citta' tu con il cuore nel fango
L'oro e l'argento e sale da te paese che non ha piu' campanelli
Va dolce vita che te ne vai sul Lungotevere in festa
Concerto di viole e mondanita' profumo tuo di vacanze romane

Roma bella tu le Muse poi asfalto lucido arrivederci Roma
Monetine voila' c'e' chi torna e chi va la tua parte la fai
Ma lo sai che pena mi dai?

Va Greta Garbo di vanita' tu con il cuore nel fango
L'oro e l'argento e sale da te paese che non ha piu' campanelli
Va dolce vita che te ne vai sulle terazze del Corso
Vedova allegra allegra mi presta il caffe' profumo tuo di vacanze romane

dEUS - Suds & Soda - Worst Case Scenario - 1994 - Polygram

Italian
Voglio respirare quel poco di aria che mi è dato respirare, cercare di capire ogni trasmissione.
Ridere, piangere, divertirsi, lottare, abbandonarsi alla sconfitta, camminare in mezzo alla schiuma, ricordare, pentirsi. E poco importa se ho bisogno di te, se ho bisogno di qualcosa che è lontano.
Non voglio la guerra voglio esser lasciato in pace. Puoi parlare, offendermi, ridicolizzare, incriminare, respingere, ma non esiliarmi, non tagliarmi le ali, non colpirmi a morte.
Voglio solo respirare l’aria di cui necessito, voglio camminare nella schiuma.


English
I just want to breath the air i can breath. I just want to decoder every trasminssion.
I want to smile, to cry, to fight, to live the defeat, to walk on the suds, to remember, to regret.
And I don’t care if I need you, if I need something far.
I don’t want war I want to rest in peace. You can talk, you can slander me , you can ridicule me , you can impeach me, but don’t banish me, don’t cut my wings, don’t shot dead me.
I just want to breath the air I can breath, I want to walk on suds.

p.s. sorry for my fucking english!

Suds & Soda
Your head come on is dead and gone it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my decoder
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer
Can i, can I break your sentiment

You're just a monument, can't see no precedent
Just wanna shout what the fuck

Jimmy dean is halloween like kerosene for dee dee scene
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I skip this thing I ordered
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a vibe decoder and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the air, sometimes, suds & soda mix ok with beer
Can i, can I break your sentiment

(to me) you're just a monument, can't see no precedent
Just wanna shout what the fuck

And there's always something in the air

Your face come on is dead and gone, you might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda a brain decoder and can I wait for my devoter
Get off get up you son of pop the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda a smile decoder and can I skip yeah what I ordered?
And can I break your sentiment?
So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment
So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment
So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment
So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment

So can I break your sentiment, so can I break your sentiment
Friday, friday, friday, friday, friday, friday, friday

Strange news from another Star - Blur - Blur -1997- Food/Virgin

Scarica su di me ogni tuo peso, finchè potrò lo sopporterò.
Sappi che non aspetterò la morte per aver pace, e nulla può andare a fondo senza freni.
Non credo in me stesso, e mi sono perso, mentre tu puoi anche salvarti scavando una fossa profonda 1000 miglia, ma il mondo si ghiaccerà e il freddo arriverà anche li sotto.

Relieve all your burden on me, untill i can i'll support it.
You must know i'll not wait for the death to have peace, and nothing can go down without end.
I don't belive in me, and i'm lost, while you can be saved digging a hole deep 1000 miles, but the worls will be frozen and coldness will arrive down.

All I want to be
Is washed out by the sea
No Death Star over me
Won't give me any peace
All I want is light relief
Put the crazies on the street
Give them guns and feed them meat
They'll shoot the Death Star down
Dig a hole and put it down
A thousand miles underground

They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star

Give me all your stuff
Until I can't get up
Watch the whole world freeze
Counting tin cans in our sleep
Submarines are diving deep
And don't believe in me
And don't believe in me
All I've ever done is tame
Will you love me all the same
Will you love me though it's always the same

They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star
From another star
From another star
From another star

Ego Maniac Kid - Blonde Redhead- Fake can be just as God - 1997 - Touch&GO

Non ti ho mai preteso, ma devi sapere niente era falso.
Mi fai tuffare in eventi di plastica, ma ho dimenticato come nuotare.
Non vedrai mai più la mia faccia, non dovrai mai più recitare.
Canzone dopo canzone, esco da te, per sempre. For Ever


I don't expect you're mine, but you must know nothing was fake.
You make me dive into plastic events, but i've forgotten how to swimm.
You'll never see my face again, you'll never play again.
Song after song, i'll go out from you, for ever. For Ever

your fault my fault i now forget
your life my lies wouldn't be the last
i dive into plastic events
apartment full of evidence

what's false to you was not false to me
your time my time it all gets to me
you fake your name for reentry
imagine greater sin

i want to live on the 5th story
i like to feel the thrill of day
pretend you're meaner
pretend you're busy
too long for a promise
a show to start...ah

another song
just another way
to tear away

your fault my fault i now forget
your life my lies wouldn't be the last
i dive into plastic events
apartment full of evidence

i want to live on the 5th story
i like to feel the thrill of day
pretend you're meaner
pretend you're busy
too long for a promise
the end to stare at
i know i know
i want to reach like i've never...
i wait i know i'll wait
but i never...

i never...was
another song
just another way
I get away

Noruwei no Mori- Norwegian Wood.

Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come sconfiggere la morte trasformandola in una parte necessaria della vita.
Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come vivere i possibili amori, senza ipocrisie.
Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come recuperare la sincerità adolescenziale.
Noruwei no Mori, grazie maestro Haruki Murakami
Norwegian Wood, grazie ai Beatles.

Noruwei no Mori, or how to defeat death, transforming it into a necessary part of life.
Noruwei no Mori, or how to live possible loves, without hypocrisy.
Noruwei no Mori, or how to retrieve the adolescent sincerity.
Noruwei no Mori, thanks master Haruki Murakami
Norwegian Wood, thanks the Beatles.


I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said: "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood.

Bottom of the World - Tom Waits - Orphans Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards - Anti/Epitaph - 2006

Perso, con la gola che brucia, nella situazione in cui ogni singola parola pronunciata fa male e irrimediabilmente lascia profonde cicatrici. In un luogo dove non so chi sono, dove tu ormai non hai forma e dove non esistono neanche i sogni.
Melanconia, mentre ripercorro la strada della vita.

I'm lost and my throat burns when every single word i say hurts and irreparably causes deep scars. In the land where i don't know who i am, where you have no more shape and don't exist dreams.
Melancholy, while i'm running over the life's way again

My daddy told me, lookin back,
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 said, I'm rollin' my own
And I'm leavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world.

Satchel Puddin' and Lord God Mose
Sitting by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare
But the white part is perfect for slickin' down your hair

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world.

Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain
The moon's the color of a coffee stain
jesse Frank and Birdy Joe Hoaks
But who is the king of all these folks?

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world.

Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron
On Telapia fish cakes and fried black swan
Razorweed onion and peacock squirrel
And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world.

Well God's green hair is where I slept last
He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass
Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird
And when I wanna talk
He hangs on every word

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world