Paroles et traduction Edoardo Bennato - A Licola

A Licola

A Licola, sotto la canicola
Si giocava a rugby, tutti i giovedì
E al limite, di un caldo più dell'Africa
Io contavo i palpiti, del tuo cuore
A Licola, sotto la canicola
Senza false remore, ti parlai di me
Sogni, son fallaci i sogni
Ti muovevi languida, a ritmo di beguine

A Licola, sotto la canicola
Quella fisarmonica, chi se la scorda più
I timpani, ci rompeva i timpani
Ma si sfidava impavidi, il dolore
A Licola, si creò un dibattito
Sul problema intrinseco, dei cani in libertà
Fu fatta, una scelta drastica
Poi si tornò alla carica, a ritmo di beguine

A Licola, in un folle anelito
Senza false remore, ti parlai di me
Fu fatta, una scelta drastica
Poi si tornò alla carica, a ritmo di beguine

A Licola, a forza di bicipiti
Si scavò una fossa, per buttarci dentro tutti
I libri di storia, le protesi, le medaglie ginniche
Però ad un certo punto arrivò l'avvocato Pastena
Che disse: che disastro
A Licola, sotto la canicola
Un'acuta analisi della società
Poi ebbri, di passione ebbri
Contro tutti i canoni, ma a ritmo di beguine

A Licola, sotto la canicola
Si sparava indomiti, ma con voluttà
E infine, persi nelle tenebre
Senza un filo logico, ma a ritmo di beguine

Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine
Ma a ritmo di beguine

A Licola

At Licola, under the sun's rays we playedRugby every Thursday, come what mayAnd in the heat, more scorching than in Africa's landI counted the beats of your heart in my handAt Licola, under the sun's rays we playedI opened my heart to you, I had nothing to hideDreams, oh dreams, how they can deceiveYou moved languidly, to a beguine's beat
Rugby every Thursday, come what may
And in the heat, more scorching than in Africa's land
I counted the beats of your heart in my hand
At Licola, under the sun's rays we played
I opened my heart to you, I had nothing to hide
Dreams, oh dreams, how they can deceive
You moved languidly, to a beguine's beat

At Licola, under the sun's rays we played
Who could forget that accordion's sound
The drums, they pounded, they shook the ground
But we faced the pain, with courage unbound
At Licola, a debate took hold
On the inherent problem of dogs roaming bold
A drastic choice was made, it's true
Then back to the charge, to a beguine's beat

At Licola, in a moment of madness
I opened my heart to you, I had nothing to hide
A drastic choice was made, it's true
Then back to the charge, to a beguine's beat

At Licola, with biceps strong
We dug a pit, to cast everything wrong
History books, prosthetics, medals for the bold
But then arrived Lawyer Pastena, old
And he said: What a mess
At Licola, under the sun's rays we played
A sharp analysis of society's ways
Then drunk on passion, drunk on delight
We defied all rules, but to a beguine's beat

At Licola, under the sun's rays we played
We fired relentlessly, but with delight
And finally, lost in darkness
With no rhyme or reason, to a beguine's beat

To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat
To a beguine's beat