Frank - Gigante traduction en anglais

Frank

Harry continuava a raccontarti delle storie
Che ti rendevano un po' triste e ogni tanto ci riflettevi
Illustravano osservazioni che poi non erano tanto male
Che ti rendevano un po' triste ma ogni tanto ci riflettevi
Ti sentivi coinvolto ogni tanto per una volta
Ti sentivi coinvolto ogni tanto per una volta

E sbuccerai limoni con quelle brutte spade
L'infilzerai per bene gli chiederai poi scusa
Ti taglierai un dito, ti squarterai le mani
Ti crederanno morto, ti offriranno vino
E sbuccerai limoni con quelle belle spade
Infuocherai le case di paglia abbandonate
Ti spoglierai su un prato e correrai per giorni
Ti lanceranno fiori e poi ti impiccheranno

Eri piuttosto alto facilmente rintracciabile
Non avevi vie di scampo erano tutti pronti a odiarti
Ma ciò non ti turbava e ogni tanto lì piangevi
Le montagne troppo basse ed i fiumi troppo stretti
Essendo un ricercato tutti quanti ti bastonavano
Essendo un ricercato tutti quanti ti bastonavano

E persino gli anziani con quei brutti musi lunghi
Che non riuscivano ad alzarsi dalla sedia con la molla
Ed usavano la scopa fracassandoti le ossa
Ogni tanto gli cadeva la dentiera dalla bocca

E sbuccerai limoni con quelle belle spade
Infuocherai le case di paglia abbandonate
Ti spoglierai su un prato e correrai per giorni
Ti lanceranno fiori e poi ti impiccheranno
E sbuccerai limoni con quelle brutte spade
L'infilzerai per bene gli chiederai poi scusa
Ti taglierai un dito, ti squarterai le mani
Ti crederanno morto, ti offriranno vino

E sbuccerai limoni con quelle belle spade
Infuocherai le case di paglia abbandonate
Ti spoglierai su un prato e correrai per giorni
Ti lanceranno fiori e poi ti impiccheranno

Frank

Honey, you just kept telling me these stories
That made me a little sad and I'd think about them sometimes
They were just observations of the way things are, really
They made me a little sad, but I'd think about them sometimes
I felt implicated, for once
I felt implicated, for once

And you'll peel lemons with those nasty swords
You'll skewer it for good, then you'll apologize
You'll cut your finger, you'll quarter your hands
They'll think you're dead, they'll offer you wine
And you'll peel lemons with those nice swords
You'll set fire to abandoned houses of straw
You'll undress in a field and you'll run for days
They'll throw flowers at you, then they'll hang you

You were pretty tall, easy to spot
You didn't have a getaway car, they were all ready to hate you
But it didn't bother you and you'd cry there sometimes
The mountains too low and the rivers too narrow
As a wanted man, they all beat you up
As a wanted man, they all beat you up

And even the old folks with those nasty long faces
Who couldn't get out of their chairs on wheels
Used to try to whack you with their canes
Sometimes their dentures would fall out of their mouths

And you'll peel lemons with those nice swords
You'll set fire to abandoned houses of straw
You'll undress in a field and you'll run for days
They'll throw flowers at you, then they'll hang you
And you'll peel lemons with those nasty swords
You'll skewer it for good, then you'll apologize
You'll cut your finger, you'll quarter your hands
They'll think you're dead, they'll offer you wine

And you'll peel lemons with those nice swords
You'll set fire to abandoned houses of straw
You'll undress in a field and you'll run for days
They'll throw flowers at you, then they'll hang you