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E' l'Italia che và

Un jour, un jour le diable vint sur Terre
Un jour le diable vint sur Terre
Pour surveiller ses intérêts
Il a tout vu le diable, il a tout entendu
Et après avoir tout vu
Et après avoir tout entendu
Il est retourné chez lui, là-bas
Et là-bas, on avait fait un grand banquet
A la fin du banquet, il s′est levé le diable
Il a prononcé un discours
Ã*a va il y a toujours un peu partout
Des feux illuminant la Terre ça va
Les hommes s'amusent comme des fous
Au dangereux jeu de la guerre ça va
Les trains déraillent avec fracas
Parce que des gars pleins d′idéal
Mettent des bombes sur les voies
Ã*a fait des morts originales
Ã*a fait des morts sans confession
Des confessions sans rémission ça va
Rien ne se vend mais tout s'achète
L'honneur et même la sainteté ça va
Les Ã^tats se muent en cachette
En anonymes sociétés ça va
Les grands s′arrachent les dollars
Venus du pays des enfants
L′Europe répète l'Avare
Dans un décor de mil neuf cent
Ã*a fait des morts d′inanition
Et l'inanition des nations ça va
Les hommes, ils en ont tant vu
Que leurs yeux sont devenus gris
Ã*a va et l′on ne chante même plus
Dans toutes les rues de Paris
Ã*a va on traite les braves de fous
Et les poètes de nigauds
Mais dans les journaux de partout
Tous les salauds ont leur photo
Ã*a fait mal aux honnêtes gens
Et rire les malhonnêtes gens
Ã*a va, ça va, ça va, ça va

E' l'Italia che và

One day, the devil came to Earth, my darling
One day the devil came to Earth
To look after his interests
The devil saw everything, he heard everything
And after having seen everything
And after having heard everything
He went back home, over there
And over there, they had thrown a big banquet
At the end of the banquet, the devil stood up
He made a speech
It's going well, there are always a few everywhere
Oh my darling, fires lighting up the Earth, it's going well
Men are having fun like crazy
In the dangerous game of war, it's going well
Trains are crashing with a bang
Because guys full of ideals
Put bombs on the tracks
It makes for original deaths
It makes for deaths without confession
Confessions without remission, it's going well
Nothing is selling but everything is being bought
Honor and even holiness, it's going well
States turn into hiding places
In anonymous corporations, it's going well
The big guys are fighting over the dollars
That come from the land of children
Europe is repeating The Miser
In a setting from nineteen hundred
It makes for deaths from starvation
And the starvation of nations, it's going well
Men, they've seen so much
That their eyes have turned gray
It's going well and we don't even sing anymore
In all the streets of Paris
Oh my darling, it's going well, we're treating the brave as madmen
And the poets as fools
But in the newspapers everywhere
All the bastards have their pictures
It hurts the honest people
And makes the dishonest people laugh
It's going well, it's going well, it's going well, it's going well