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Murrayfield Pub - Live at Teatro Sociale Bellinzona

Se sem truvà stravacaa sü ′stu bancun
A imparà a viif, senza ul librett di istruziun
A imparà a beef, senza mai inciucass
Sü questa tèra che l'è un Murrayfield Pub
E alura dai, che cumandum da beef
Par mi ′na scüra, par mi 'na Guinness
Bevala dasi, al su che te g'het seet
Bevala dasi che l′è l′ünica che g'het
Nüm che
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa strada
Sem tütt fiöö, de ′na ciulada
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira

La sigareta la se brüsa da parlee
Sura 'stu büceer mezz vöi e mezz pien
Sura ′stu teemp, che te riesat mia a fermall
'Stu teemp de merda che al me sta süi ball
Sigareta smorta, e büceer vöi
Se borla gio cumpagn dii föi
In questa Nocc che la tupica, ma la và
Rüva ul Dì, fiöö se torna a cà
Nüm che
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa strada
Sem tütt fiöö, de ′na ciulada
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira

Pö una volta che hann netaa ul bancun
Dim te, se restarà da nüm?
Pö un volta che l'è pasaa ul strasc
Se restarà dal nostru pasagg?
Forsi ul fümm de quela sigareta...
Nüm che
Sem tütt fiöö, uaga Kebap
Sem tütt fiöö, dal Murrayfield Pub
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira
'Stu büceer che l′è vöi
′Stu büceer che l'è pien
′Stu büceer che l'è rott
E dimm te se al te paar nagott...

Murrayfield Pub - Live at Teatro Sociale Bellinzona

If I find myself collapsed on this bench
Learning to live, without any instruction manual
Learning to drink, without ever getting drunk
On this land that is a Murrayfield Pub
So come on, let's start drinking
A dark beer for me, a Guinness for me
Drink it quickly, because that's all you have
Drink it quickly, because it's the only one you have
We
Are all children of this street
We are all children of a brood
We are all children of this spinning wheel
We are all children of this beer keg

The cigarette burns down on its own
On this keg, half empty and half full
On this time, which I can't stop
This shitty time that's weighing me down
The cigarette's out, and the keg's empty
It pours out like the leaves
In this night that's typical, but it's okay
Day is coming, my love, I'll come home
We
Are all children of this street
We are all children of a brood
We are all children of this spinning wheel
We are all children of this beer keg

Once the bench is cleaned
Tell me, will anything be left of us?
Once the rag has passed
Will anything be left of our passage?
Maybe the smoke from that cigarette...
We
Are all children, oh Kebap
We are all children of the Murrayfield Pub
We are all children of this spinning wheel
We are all children of this beer keg
This keg that's empty
This keg that's full
This keg that's broken
And tell me, if you don't care...