Lyrics and translation Almamegretta - Figli di Annibale - Live

Figli di Annibale - Live

Che suonno: cammenavo int'a nu prato
C' 'a cervella stevo assaje stunato
Tutt' ' a campagna era nu raggio 'e sole
Nun se senteva manco nu rummore
Sento ancora addure
Tengo ll'uocchie chine 'e tutti sti culure
Me regne 'o core stu paraviso
Ce manche sulo tu vicino a me!

Cammino ancora e veco mille sciure
N'arcobaleno'e mille culure
Spartuto ogni culore uno cu n'ato
Cu na gaiola 'e fierro filato.

Ce spiaje a nu sciore
PecchÈ nun ve piace 'e sta tutt'ammiscate?
Chillo 'a copp' 'a mano me guardaje redenno e
Accuminciaje a canta':

'O sciore cchiu felice È 'o sciore senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune, 'o sciore senza padrune.

All'intrasatta sponta n'ommo gruosso
Me ne fujette 'e pressa int'a nu fuosso
Chist'ommo cu na favece affilata
Tagliava 'e sciure p'e ppurta' 'o mercato
Si p'a primma vota
Ncopp' ' a bancarella stevano ammiscate
UÈ c'appiccecate uno cu n'ato pe se fa' guarda'
E che dulore a essere tagliate,
Che confusione a nu tene' radice
PerÒ cÀ ncoppa simmo tutte eguale
Senza culure, sulamente sciure.

Ne fuje nu mumento
Fujetteno 'e sciure nunce vulette niente
Primma spartute mo mano e mano
Appizza 'a recchia e sientece 'e canta':

O sciore cchiÙ felice È 'o sciore senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune 'o sciore senza padrune.
O sciore cchiÙ felice È l'ommo senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune chist'ommo senza padrune
Nuje simmo senza padrune
'O sciore cchiÙ felice È 'o sciore senza radice.

Sons of Hannibal - Live

What a dream: I walked in a meadow
My brain was quite stunned
The whole countryside was a beam of sunlight
Not even a murmur could be heard
I can still smell it
My eyes are filled with all these colors
My heart reigns this paradise
You're the only one missing next to me!

I walk some more and see a thousand flowers
A rainbow of a thousand colors
Each color separated one from the other
With a cage of iron wire.

I look at a flower
Why don't you like to be all mixed up?
The one at the top looked at me smiling and
Began to sing:

The happiest flower is the flower without roots
It runs like a dog without a leash, the flower without a master.

At the crossroads, a fat man appears
I quickly run away into a ditch
This man with a sharp sickle
Was cutting flowers to take to the market
If for the first time
On the stall they were mixed together
Hey you connect one to the other to make yourself look good
And what a pain it is to be cut
What a mess not to have roots
But here we are all equal
Without color, just flowers.

It was a moment
The flowers escaped, they didn't want anything
First separated, now hand in hand
Listen closely and hear them sing:

The happiest flower is the flower without roots
It runs like a dog without a leash, the flower without a master.
The happiest flower is the man without roots
He runs like a dog without a leash, this man without a master
We are without a master
The happiest flower is the flower without roots.