Текст и перевод песни Enzo Jannacci & Paolo Rossi - I Soliti Accordi

I Soliti Accordi

Sì, vai! (Vado?) Vai, e percuotilo nell′ombra! (E se le prendo io?) No...
(Oh!) Chi e'? (Ma non dovevamo cantarla al matrimonio?) E′ uguale.
E in fondo alla strada (chi è che c'e'?)
Ci son tre ladroni (ah, vabbe′)
Sembravano onesti, sembravano buoni
Eran solo furboni.
Il primo contava, (Ma son tutti di mia moglie!)
Il secondo sudava, (tra un ballo, una bionda e un panino)
Il terzo spiegava, ma cosa spiegava,
La rava e la fava! (Che storia e′?)
E in fondo la storia (dai, spiegamela!)
E' sempre la stessa (cosa ti avevo detto, io?)
C′e' uno che grida, che grida e fa i versi
Da quella finestra.
Si cambiano i nomi,
Rimangon bastardi,
Tu guarda alla radio, le solite facce,
I soliti accordi. (Quali accordi?) I soliti.
Do maggiore, la maggiore, la minore,
Re minore, sol settima, re minore...
Do maggiore, la maggiore, re minore,
La minore, sol settima, si minore...
In mezzo alla strada (Cosa c′e'?)
Son tre coi forconi (ah, vabbe′)
Ma i piccoli ladri li impiccano sempre
I grandi ladroni.
Il primo strillava (tutti in girotondo, Forza Italia!)
Il secondo fa i conti (mi scappa un plotone...)
Il tre licenziava, ma dopo spiegava
La rava e la fava.
Do maggiore, la maggiore, la minore,
Re minore, sol settima, re minore...
Do maggiore, la maggiore, re minore,
La minore, sol settima, si minore...
E sotto giu' in strada
Sono in tre caporioni
Che cantan stonati, ognuno davanti
Al suo bel karaoke!
Il primo cantava (Come prima, piu' di prima)
Il secondo ballava (l′avanzo di balera)
Il terzo applaudiva e l′ombra gridava
"Ne' rava ne′ fava!" (E allora?)
E allora la storia (la storia cambia?)
Non è piu' la stessa (ma cosa ti avevo detto, io?)
Se un giovane grida, e grida e fa i nomi
Da una finestra.
E rischia la pelle
Perché i nomi son tanti (son tantissimi!)
Guardare giu′ in fondo alle Pagine Gialle
Alla voce, Bastardi! (E allora?)
Do maggiore, la maggiore, la minore,
Re minore, sol settima, re minore...
Re maggiore, la minore, si minore,
La minore, sol settima, si minore...
I soliti accordi,
Le solite facce, (si minore diminuito...)
I soliti accordi, (si minore maggioritario...)
Le solite palle, (si minore proporzionale...)
I soliti accordi, (si minore referendario...)
Le solite facce (hehehehe...)
Vai e torna vincitore. (Libero stato in libero show!)
Ma cosa stai dicendo? (e' un epilogo)
Domandare è lecito, rispondere è fantasia.
Capito? (Vabbe′)
La solita orchestra. I soliti accordi.

The Usual Chords

Yes, go! (Should I go?) Go, and strike him in the shadows! (What if I get hurt?) No...
(Oh!) Who is it? (Weren't we supposed to sing this at the wedding?) It's the same.
And at the end of the road (who is there?)
There are three thieves (ah, alright)
They seemed honest, they seemed good
They were just sly.
The first one was counting, (But they're all my wife's!)
The second one was sweating, (between a dance, a blonde, and a sandwich)
The third one was explaining, but what was he explaining,
Nonsense! (What kind of story is this?)
And in the end the story (come on, explain it to me!)
It's always the same (what did I tell you?)
There's someone who shouts, who shouts and makes noises
From that window.
The names change,
They remain bastards,
You look at the radio, the same old faces,
The usual chords. (What chords?) The usual ones.
C major, A major, A minor,
D minor, G seventh, D minor...
C major, A major, D minor,
A minor, G seventh, B minor...
In the middle of the road (What's there?)
There are three with pitchforks (ah, alright)
But they always hang the small thieves
The big thieves.
The first one was yelling (everyone in a circle, Forza Italia!)
The second one is doing the math (I need a platoon...)
The third one was firing, but then he was explaining
Nonsense.
C major, A major, A minor,
D minor, G seventh, D minor...
C major, A major, D minor,
A minor, G seventh, B minor...
And down there in the street
There are three big shots
Who sing out of tune, each in front
Of his beautiful karaoke!
The first one sang (Like before, more than before)
The second one danced (the leftover from the dance hall)
The third one applauded and the shadow shouted
"Neither rhyme nor reason!" (So what?)
So the story (does the story change?)
It's not the same anymore (but what did I tell you?)
If a young man shouts, and shouts and names names
From a window.
And he risks his skin
Because there are many names (so many!)
Look down at the bottom of the Yellow Pages
Under the heading, Bastards! (So what?)
C major, A major, A minor,
D minor, G seventh, D minor...
D major, A minor, B minor,
A minor, G seventh, B minor...
The usual chords,
The same old faces, (B minor diminished...)
The usual chords, (B minor majority...)
The same old balls, (B minor proportional...)
The usual chords, (B minor referendary...)
The same old faces (hehehehe...)
Go and return victorious. (Free state in a free show!)
What are you saying? (it's an epilogue)
Asking is allowed, answering is fantasy.
Got it? (Alright)
The usual orchestra. The usual chords.