Paroles et traduction Mia Martini - Lucy

Lucy

Lucy, luna d'occidente
Sta arrivando una musica dell'est
Illumina la torre più nera
E il ferro nello stagno butta via

Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Usciti du vostru riposatorju
Grancina si sciarrja cu' caci cruru

Scaccia petruju, si sciacca di risi
E curriti, e curriti cu' buddanza
C'aviti persu tutta la sustanza
C'aviti persu tutta la speranza

Lucy, sole dell'oriente
Uomo, donna, muta l'oro in acqua pura
E brucia dentro i cuori di neve
E il piombo nelle fiamme butta via

Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Usciti du vostru riposatorju
Grancina si sciarrja cu' caci cruru

Scaccia petruju, si sciacca di risi
E curriti, e curriti cu' buddanza
C'aviti persu tutta la sustanza
C'aviti persu tutta la speranza

Madre, luna d'occidente
Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Padre, sole dell'oriente

Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Usciti du vostru riposatorju
Grancina si sciarrja cu' caci cruru

Scaccia petruju, si sciacca di risi
E curriti, e curriti cu' buddanza
C'aviti persu tutta la sustanza
C'aviti persu tutta la speranza

Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Usciti du vostru riposatorju
Grancina si sciarrja cu' caci cruru

Scaccia petruju, si sciacca di risi
E curriti, e curriti cu' buddanza
C'aviti persu tutta la sustanza
C'aviti persu tutta la speranza

Isatevi, isatevi don majistoru
Mittitivi, mittitivi i capienti
Usciti du vostru riposatorju
Grancina si sciarrja cu' caci cruru

Scaccia petruju, si sciacca di risi
E curriti, e curriti cu' buddanza

Lucy

Lucy, moon of the west
A music from the east is coming
Light up the blackest tower
And throw away the iron in the pond

Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Leave your resting place
The grain is getting ripe with raw cheese

Chase away the stone, drink a glass of rice
And run, and run in abundance
You have lost all your substance
You have lost all your hope

Lucy, sun of the east
Man, woman, turn gold into pure water
And burn inside the hearts of snow
And throw away the lead in the flames

Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Leave your resting place
The grain is getting ripe with raw cheese

Chase away the stone, drink a glass of rice
And run, and run in abundance
You have lost all your substance
You have lost all your hope

Mother, moon of the west
Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Father, sun of the east

Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Leave your resting place
The grain is getting ripe with raw cheese

Chase away the stone, drink a glass of rice
And run, and run in abundance
You have lost all your substance
You have lost all your hope

Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Leave your resting place
The grain is getting ripe with raw cheese

Chase away the stone, drink a glass of rice
And run, and run in abundance
You have lost all your substance
You have lost all your hope

Wake up, wake up, oh master
Put on, put on your hats
Leave your resting place
The grain is getting ripe with raw cheese

Chase away the stone, drink a glass of rice
And run, and run in abundance