Текст и перевод песни Lucio Dalla - L'ultima Luna (Live 20 Dicembre 1978)

L'ultima Luna (Live 20 Dicembre 1978)

La 7a luna
Era quella del luna-park
Lo scimmione si aggirava
Dalla giostra al bar
Mentre l′angelo di Dio bestemmiava
Facendo sforzi di petto
Grandi muscoli e poca carne
Povero angelo benedetto.
La 6a luna
Era il cuore di un disgraziato
Che, maledetto il giorno che era nato,
Ma rideva sempre
Da anni non vedeva le lenzuola
Con le mani sporche di carbone
Toccava il culo a una signora
E rideva e toccava
Sembrava lui il padrone.
La 5a luna
Fece paura a tutti
Era la testa di un signore
Che con la morte vicino giocava a biliardino
Era grande ed elegante
Né giovane né vecchio
Forse malato
Sicuramente era malato
Perché perdeva sangue da un orecchio.
La 4a luna
Era una fila di prigionieri
Che camminando
Seguivano le rotaie del treno
Avevano i piedi insanguinati
E le mani senza guanti
Ma non preoccupatevi
Il cielo è sereno
Oggi non ce ne sono più tanti.
La 3a luna uscirono tutti per guardarla
Era così grande
Che più di uno pensò al Padre Eterno
Sospesero i giochi e si spensero le luci
Cominciò l'inferno
La gente corse a casa perché per quella notte
Ritornò l′inverno.
La 2a luna
Portò la disperazione tra gli zingari
Qualcuno addirittura si amputò un dito
Andarono in banca a fare qualche operazione
Ma che confusione
La maggior parte prese cani e figli
E corse alla stazione.
L'ultima luna
La vide solo un bimbo appena nato,
Aveva occhi tondi e neri e fondi
E non piangeva
Con grandi ali prese la luna tra le mani, tra le mani
E volò via e volò via
Era l'uomo di domani l′uomo di domani
E volò via e volò via
Era l′uomo di domani l'uomo di domani

The Last Moon (Live December 20, 1978)

The 7th moon
Was the one at the amusement park
The big ape was wandering around
From the carousel to the bar
While the angel of God was cursing
Straining his chest
Big muscles and little meat
Poor, blessed angel.
The 6th moon
Was the heart of a poor wretch
Who cursed the day he was born,
But he always laughed
He hadn't seen his sheets in years
With hands dirty with coal
He touched a lady's butt
And he laughed and touched
He seemed like the boss.
The 5th moon
Scared everyone
It was the head of a gentleman
Who played foosball with death nearby
He was tall and elegant
Neither young nor old
Maybe sick
He was definitely sick
Because he was losing blood from one ear.
The 4th moon
Was a line of prisoners
Who, walking
Followed the train tracks
Their feet were bloody
And their hands were without gloves
But don't worry
The sky is clear
There aren't many of them left today.
Everyone came out to watch the 3rd moon
It was so big
That more than one thought of Father Eternal
They stopped the games and the lights went out
Hell began
People ran home because for that night
Winter returned.
The 2nd moon
Brought despair among the gypsies
Someone even cut off a finger
They went to the bank to do some business
But what a mess
Most of them took their dogs and children
And ran to the station.
The last moon
Was seen only by a newborn baby,
He had round, black, and deep eyes
And he didn't cry
With great wings he took the moon in his hands, in his hands
And he flew away and he flew away
He was the man of tomorrow, the man of tomorrow
And he flew away and he flew away
He was the man of tomorrow, the man of tomorrow