Lucio Battisti: Il nostro caro angelo
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCGLa versione inglese interpretata da Marva Jan Marrow | |
LUCIO BATTISTI: IL NOSTRO CARO ANGELO La fossa del leone è ancora realtà uscirne è impossibile per noi è uno slogan falsità. Il nostro caro angelo si ciba di radici e poi lui dorme nei cespugli sotto gli alberi ma schiavo non sarà mai. Gli specchi per le allodole inutilmente a terra balenano ormai come prostitute che nella notte vendono un gaio cesto di amore che amor non è mai Paura e alienazione e non quello che dici tu le rughe han troppi secoli oramai truccarle non si può più. Il nostro caro angelo è giovane lo sai le reti il volo aperto gli precludono ma non rinuncia mai cattedrali oscurano le bianche ali bianche non sembran più. Ma le nostre aspirazioni il buio filtrano traccianti luminose gli additano il blu. | OUR DEAR ANGEL The dark cave of the lion still exists today. They say you just can't help but fall on in. Don't believe that false cliché! Just look at our dear angel! He gathers roots to eat and then he sleeps under the thicket by the maple tree! A slave he'll never be! The looking-glass the skylarks loved now flashes rainbows uselessly on the ground like those good-time girls who come in the night to sell to you a merry basket of love, but inside no love's found! It's fears and alienation not what you like for me to say. The wrinkles are too many centuries' wide can't masquerade them away! Just look at our dear angel! You know he's young inside! The nets above won't ever let him really fly! But still he keeps on trying! And tall cathedrals block the light you'd think his white white wings weren't white anymore! But then filtering the darkness hope comes shining through and points him to the blue that was hidden before! I know it's hard Keep on trying... dear angel! I know it's hard Keep on trying! Keep on trying! Keep on trying! I know it's hard I know it's hard! I know.... keep on trying! I know it's hard I know I know ... keep on trying on trying! Fears and alienation I said not what you like for me to say. The wrinkles are too many centuries' wide can't masquerade them away! Just look at our dear angel!.... |