Francesco Baccini — Ragazza da marito song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ragazza da marito" by Francesco Baccini.
Lyrics
Norma Jean si andò a sedere
Ignorata da un giornalista
Con il trucco da rifare
In un posto poco in vista
Aveva idee, faceva schizzi
Riviste a mucchi, merletti e pizzi
Mentre vestita da cameriera
S’immaginava nella specchiera
Si sentiva una regina
Mentre provava un valzer lento
Con quella scopa di saggina, che portamento
Buttava indietro la sua chioma
A spalle nude e seno al vento
Poi si accasciava in un momento
E già pensava a un altro ballo
Ad accorciare un po' la gonna
Voleva diventare un mito
Lei ragazza da marito
Ma già svaniva un altro sogno
Dietro al rumore di una porta
La pausa era già finita
Lei era solo la comparsa
Ma era sempre una regina
Nella tristezza del momento
A spalle nude e seno al vento, che turbamento
Dai Norma, vieni, non andare
Rimani e lascialo squillare
Ma come fa, signora mia
Com'è crudele
So io come van trattati
Uomini e bestie van capiti
Su Norma accorciami la gonna
Buttando indietro la sua chioma
A spalle nude e seno al vento
Lei si accasciava in un momento
(Grazie a Gianluca&Max per questo testo)
Lyrics translation
Norma Jean sat down
Ignored by a journalist
With makeup to redo
In a place little in sight
He had ideas, he was sketching.
Pile magazines, lace and lace
While dressed as a maid
He imagined himself in the mirror
She felt like a queen
While trying a slow waltz
With that Broom of wisdom, What a demeanor
She threw her hair back
Bare shoulders and breast in the wind
Then he would fall down in a moment
And he was already thinking about another dance
To shorten the skirt a little
He wanted to become a myth
Her girl by husband
But already another dream was fading
Behind the noise of a door
The break was already over
She was just the appearance
But she was always a queen
In the sadness of the moment
With bare shoulders and breast in the wind, what a disturbance
Come on, Norma, don't go.
Stay and let it ring
But how do you, my lady
How cruel
I know how they are treated.
Men and beasts van capiti
On Norma shorten my skirt
Throwing back her hair
Bare shoulders and breast in the wind
She would fall down in a moment
(Thanks to Gianluca & Max for this text)