Chicco il dinosauro - Gang traduction en anglais

Chicco il dinosauro

Era sognante sognante fregato
Credeva alle fate e al Dio del creato
Era creante
Urlante imballato
Parlava di spade
Era sordo alle strade
Era morente
Piangente incazzato
Teneva un comizio
Dentro l'ospizio
Era importante
Molto impegnato
Parlava a sguardi
Era cieco al quadrato.

Perciò stammi bene
Ma bene a sentire
Per incazzarsi giusto ora
Ci vuole un'altra mente.

Era pimpante sicuro: era un mulo
Non vedeva che falci non vedeva che prato
Era importante
Molto impegnato
Parlava a sguardi
Era cieco al quadrato
Era sprezzante
Era sbestrato
Faceva pena
Vederlo accasciato
Era morente
Urlante imballato
Parlava di spade
Era sordo alle strade.

Perciò stammi bene
Ma bene a sentire
Per incazzarsi giusto ora
Ci vuole un'altra mente.

Perciò stammi bene
Ma bene a sentire
Per incazzarsi giusto ora
Ci vuole un'altra mente.

Era solo invecchiato curvato
Ma credeva al rosso al rosso del vino
Era bevuto
Era saltato
Guardava il cielo
Se l'era fumato
Era importante
Molto impegnato
Parlava a sguardi
Era cieco al quadrato
Era sbioccato
Ciulato cuccato
Ma sarà bello
Scoprirlo scoccato.

Perciò stammi bene
Ma bene a sentire
Per incazzarsi giusto ora
Ci vuole un'altra mente.

Perciò stammi bene
Ma bene a sentire
Per incazzarsi giusto ora
Ci vuole un'altra mente.

Chicco the Dinosaur

He was a dreamer and naive
Believed in fairies and God above
He was a creator
A loudmouth agitator
He talked of swords
He was deaf to the world
He was dying
Crying, angry
He held a rally
In a hospice
He was important
Very busy
He spoke in glances
He was blind to the power of two.

So my darling
Listen well
To get angry now
It takes another mind.

He was lively, sure: he was a mule
He did not see the sickles, he did not see the meadow
He was important
Very busy
He spoke in glances
He was blind to the power of two
He was disdainful
He was scorned
It was a shame
To see him so downcast
He was dying
Loudmouth agitator
He talked of swords
He was deaf to the world.

So my darling
Listen well
To get angry now
It takes another mind.

So my darling
Listen well
To get angry now
It takes another mind.

He had only grown old and bent
But he believed in the red, the red of wine
He was drunk
He had jumped
He looked at the sky
He had smoked it
He was important
Very busy
He spoke in glances
He was blind to the power of two
He was crazy
Rattled, fooled
But it will be nice
To discover him shot.

So my darling
Listen well
To get angry now
It takes another mind.

So my darling
Listen well
To get angry now
It takes another mind.