Dario Baldan Bembo — Prigionieri dell'uomo bianco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Prigionieri dell'uomo bianco" by Dario Baldan Bembo.
Lyrics
Ad Oriente del mattino
Il vagito di un bambino
Era come l’inizio del cammino
Ed un tuono rimbombante
Annunciava all’improvviso
Che forse era finito il paradiso
Ed il sole che era buono
Maturava tutto il grano
E l’urlo della civetta era lontano
Quel bambino camminava
Camminava ed era stanco
E intanto diventava un uomo bianco
Dal deserto alla collina
Ogni giorno, ogni mattina
Vive ogni animale che cammina
Che seguendo la corrente
Dondolando lentamente
Vanno tutti a morire ad Occidente
E ad Occidente si alza un canto
Che diventa presto un pianto
Per gli uomini prigionieri dell’uomo bianco
Stessa luna, stesse stelle
Stesso cuore, stessa pelle
Stessa madre, stesso amore, stesse mammelle
Uomini abbandonati, uomini dimenticati
Uomini delle prigioni incatenati
Uomini senza paura, uomini senza avventura
Uomini da sempre chiusi fra quattro mura
Certamente avranno pianto
Ed avranno il cuore stanco
Gli uomini prigionieri dell’uomo bianco
Stesso sole, stesse stelle
Stesso cuore, stessa pelle
Stessa madre, stesso amore, stesse mammelle
Ad Oriente del mattino
Il vagito di un bambino
Era come l’inizio del destino
Ed un tuono rimbombante
Annunciava all’improvviso
Che forse era finito il paradiso
Ed il sole che era buono
Maturava tutto il vino
E l’urlo della civetta era lontano
Quel bambino camminava
Camminava ed era stanco
E intanto diventava un uomo bianco
Lyrics translation
East of the morning
The vagitus of a child
It was like the beginning of the path
And a thundering Thunder
He announced suddenly
That maybe heaven was over
And The Sun that was good
Ripened all the wheat
And the owl's scream was far away
That baby was walking
He walked and was tired
And in the meantime he became a white man
From the desert to the hill
Every day, every morning
Every walking animal lives
That following the current
Rocking slowly
They all go to die in the West
And to the West a song rises
That soon becomes a cry
For the white man prisoners
Same moon, same stars
Same heart, same skin
Same mother, Same Love, Same breasts
Abandoned men, forgotten men
Chained prison men
Men without fear, men without adventure
Men always locked within four walls
Surely they will weep
And they'll have a tired heart
The white man's prisoners
Same sun, same stars
Same heart, same skin
Same mother, Same Love, Same breasts
East of the morning
The vagitus of a child
It was like the beginning of fate
And a thundering Thunder
He announced suddenly
That maybe heaven was over
And The Sun that was good
Ripened all the wine
And the owl's scream was far away
That baby was walking
He walked and was tired
And in the meantime he became a white man