Paroles et traduction Orietta Berti - Futuro

Futuro

Il giornale che ci tortura,
Il Sudafrica fa paura,
Mentre il giorno diventa sera
In casa mia.
E i ragazzi son sempre quelli
Che si sentono forti e belli
In un mondo che cambieranno
E andranno via.
Ma c′è un re con un gran cavallo
Che decide quando si balla
E la storia che si ripete è sempre quella.
A voi russi o americani
Io non delego il suo domani
Su mio figlio non metterete le vostre mani.
Voglio ancora una vita e un aquilone,
Voglio ancora due sassi da buttare,
Dire sì, dire no, dire amore
E insegnarti che tu puoi volare.
Devi fare la guerra dei bottoni,
Devi avere la forza di cantare,
Figlio mio, neanche Dio può capire
Quanto è bello guardarti dormire.
Oggi è tempo di stare attenti
E non parlo dei delinquenti,
Questa volte non c'è Pilato,
è andato via.
Siamo tutti un po′ responsabili
Se la vita sarà impossibile,
Non c'è un alibi che tenga alla follia.
E a quel re con un gran cavallo
Dico io quando si balla
E la storia che si ripete non sarà quella.
A voi russi o americani
Io non delego il suo domani,
Su mio figlio non metterete le vostre mani.
Voglio ancora una vita e un aquilone,
Voglio ancora due sassi da buttare,
Dire sì, dire no, dire amore
E insegnarti che tu puoi volare.
Devi fare la guerra dei bottoni,
Devi avere la forza di cantare,
Figlio mio, neanche Dio può capire
Quanto è bello guardarti dormire.
Voglio ancora una vita e un aquilone...
(ENGLISH VERSION)
The newspaper that we torture,
South Africa is fear,
While the day becomes night
In my house.
And the boys are always those
Who feel strong and beautiful
In a world that will change
And goes home.
But there is a king with a large horse
Who decides when bale
And history repeats itself is always that.
To you Americans or Russians
I do not delego his tomorrow
On my son not put your hands.
I want one more life and a kite,
I want two more by throwing stones,
Say yes, say no, say love
And insegnarti that you can fly.
You have to make the war buttons,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
What is beautiful guardarti sleep.
Today it's time to beware
And not talking about criminals,
Sometimes this is not Pilate,
Went on.
We are all a little ′leaders
F life is impossible,
There is no excuse to take the madness.
And that king with a large horse
I say when you dance
And history repeats itself that will not be that.
To you Americans or Russians
I do not delego his tomorrow
On my son not put your hands.
I want one more life and a kite,
I want two more by throwing stones,
Say yes, say no, say love
And insegnarti that you can fly.
You have to make the war buttons,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
What is beautiful guardarti sleep.
I want one more life and a kite ...

Future

The newspaper that tortures us,
South Africa is scary,
As the day becomes evening
In my house.
And the boys are always the ones
Who feel strong and beautiful
In a world that will change
And they'll go away.
But there is a king with a great horse
Who decides when you dance
And the story that repeats itself is always that.
To you Russians or Americans
I do not delegate his tomorrow
You will not lay your hands on my son.
I still want a life and a kite,
I still want two stones to throw,
Say yes, say no, say love
And teach you that you can fly.
You have to make the button war,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
How nice it is to watch you sleep.
Today it's time to be careful
And I'm not talking about criminals,
This time there is no Pilate,
he's gone.
We are all a little responsible
If life is impossible,
There is no alibi for madness.
And to that king with a great horse
I say when you dance
And the story that repeats itself will not be that.
To you Russians or Americans
I do not delegate his tomorrow,
You will not lay your hands on my son.
I still want a life and a kite,
I still want two stones to throw,
Say yes, say no, say love
And teach you that you can fly.
You have to make the button war,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
How nice it is to watch you sleep.
I still want a life and a kite...
(ENGLISH VERSION)
The nesp,
South Africa is afraid,
The Da bec
In M house house.
And the boys are always those
Who feel strong and beautiful
In a world that will change
And goes home.
But there is a king with a large horse
Who decides when bale
And history repeats itself is always that.
To you Americans or Russians
I do not delego his tomorrow
On my son not put your hands.
I want one more life and a kite,
I want two more by throwing stones,
Say yes, say no, say love
And insegnarti that you can fly.
You have to make the war buttons,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
What is beautiful guardarti sleep.
Today it's time to beware
And not talking about criminals,
Sometimes this is not Pilate,
Went on.
We are all a little ′leaders
F life is impossible,
There is no excuse to take the madness.
And that king with a large horse
I say when you dance
And history repeats itself that will not be that.
To you Americans or Russians
I do not delego his tomorrow
On my son not put your hands.
I want one more life and a kite,
I want two more by throwing stones,
Say yes, say no, say love
And insegnarti that you can fly.
You have to make the war buttons,
You must have the strength to sing,
My son, not even God can understand
What is beautiful guardarti sleep.
I want one more life and a kite ...