Paroles et traduction Franco Battiato - Strani Giorni - Mix 2015

Strani Giorni - Mix 2015

In nineteen forty five I came to this planet
Ascoltavo ieri sera un cantante, uno dei tanti
E avevo gli occhi gonfi di stupore nel sentire
Il cielo azzurro appare limpido e regale
Il cielo a volte, invece, ha qualche cosa di infernale
Strani giorni, viviamo strani giorni
Cantava: "Sento rumore di swing"
Provenire dal Neolitico, dall′Olocene
Sento il suono di un violino
E mi circondano l'alba e il mattino
Chissà com′erano allora il Rio delle Amazzoni
Ed Alessandria la grande e le preghiere e l'amore
Chissà com'era il colore?
You look at the hands, not at the face
If you want to stay out of trouble
Mi lambivano suoni che coprirono rabbie
E vendette di uomini con clave
Ma anche battaglie e massacri di uomini civili
L′uomo neozoico dell′era quaternaria
Strani giorni, viviamo strani giorni
Nella voce di un cantante si rispecchia il sole
Ogni amata, ogni amante
Strani giorni, viviamo strani giorni
I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline
The whisky flowed
Sending me into the past
Action roll the cameras
Here comes a lighting tour of my life
The two in the corner didn′t say a word (didn't say a word)

Strange Days - Mix 2015

In nineteen forty five I came to this planet
Yesterday evening, I was listening to a singer, one of many
And I had teary eyes in wonder when I heard
The blue heavens appear clear and majestic
The heavens sometimes, on the other hand, have something infernal
Strange days, we live in strange days
He sang: "I hear the sounds of swing"
Coming from the Neolithic, from the Holocene
I hear the sound of a violin
And the dawn and the morning surround me
I wonder how the Amazon River was back then
And Alexandria the great, the prayers and the love
I wonder what color it was?
You look at the hands, not at the face
If you want to stay out of trouble
I was caressed by sounds that covered rages
And the vengeances of men with clubs
But also battles and the massacres of civilized men
The Neozoic man from the Quaternary era
Strange days, we live in strange days
Inside a singer’s voice, the sun is reflected
Every lover, every beloved
Strange days, we live in strange days
I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline
The whisky flowed
Sending me into the past
Action roll the cameras
Here comes a lighting tour of my life
The two in the corner didn′t say a word (didn't say a word)