Paroles et traduction Timoria - Lombardia

Lombardia

E' un inverno freddo
Che si vive a casa mia
E la nebbia scava dentro
Il mio viaggio è l' unica certezza
Che ora ho
E la sera lenta sale
Vecchi contadini
Che assomigiano un po' a me
Stanno lavorando forte
Un poeta antico li cantava
Come eroi
Raccontandone i segreti
Ma dovrò andar via
Tu sei me Lombardia
Sono nato in questa
Forte e piccola città
E Milano mi ha adottato
Con le sue vetrine,
I suoi locali, i suoi metrò
Le puttane e i baracchini
Penso a quanti giorni
Spesi insieme in osteria
Con le carte e col bicchiere
Penso a quante cose
Non so più trovare qua
La mia gente piano muore
Ma dovrò andar via
Tu sei me Lombardia

Lombardia

It's a cold winter
Which is experienced in my home
And the fog burrows into
This journey of mine is the sole certainty
That I have now
And the evening rises slowly
Ancient farmers
Who are a bit like me
Are working hard
An ancient poet was singing about them
Like heroes
Relating their secrets
But I'll have to go away
You are me, Lombardy
I was born in this
Strong and tiny city
And Milan adopted me
With its windows,
Its clubs, its subway trains
The prostitutes and the street stalls
I think of how many days
Were spent together at the tavern
With the cards and the glass
I think of how many things
I can't find here anymore
My people are slowly dying
But I'll have to go away
You are me, Lombardy