Arrighitu,
A canzona più cà bedda :
È un blues
D'un omu invernaghitu :
A sceglia :
Megliu à tumbà un omu
O à cambià un usu ?
Cambià usu :
Rima cun blues !
Dieuze, Tulles, Dresde,
Hiroshima, Palestina...
Vi tengu in grand'estimu.
Menu o più,
T'eti tutti u listessu mal'destinu...
Popular problems.
I saw some people starving
There was murder, there was rape
Their villages were burning
They were trying to escape
I couldn’t meet their glances
I was staring at my shoes
It was acid, it was tragic
It was almost like the blues.
I have to die a little
Between each murderous thought
And when I’m finished thinking
I have to die a lot
There’s torture and there’s killing
There’s all my bad reviews
The war, the children missing
Lord, it’s almost like the blues
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