Giancarlo Spadaccini — Alemao song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Alemao" by Giancarlo Spadaccini.
Lyrics
Alemao viveva al sole respirava profondamente
Si bagnava nel suo mare galleggiando sulle onde
In quegli occhi la sua vita era sempre sorridente
Ci vendeva collanine e non chiedeva quasi niente
Umanista ed ottimista era sempre tra la gente
Si fumava quel suo fumo ridacchiando dolcemente
Un incrocio quasi strano tra un teutonico e un latino
Si adornava di quel poco per sorreggere il codino
Saldamente e senza sforzo mi parlava in castigliano
Rispondendo sempre pronto al mio facile italiano
Lui parlava di mondi immensi popolati da signori
Che nell’animo non hanno né ingiustizie né rancori
Alemao lo trovavi ogni giorno sulla spiaggia
Camminava lentamente occhi svegli ed aria saggia
Attendeva quella gente che rideva e lo chiamava
Lui offriva mercanzie e con calma gli parlava
Pochi soldi ci chiedeva pochi attimi di pace
Raccontava la sua vita tra il faceto e l’audace
Nato a sud tra quel confine brasiliano ed argentino
Dove il vento ti fa male ti stordisce più del vino
Con quell’aria da tedesco era estraneo a quella gente
Del suo mondo non capiva e non accettava niente
Poi partì già da ragazzo attaccato a quel convoglio
Senza niente nelle mani né quattrini né bagaglio
Ora vive sulle spiagge giallo e oro di Bahia
Ora sente nella vene una forza tutta sua
Che fluisce alle persone dalle dita delle mani
Italiani, argentini, greci, slavi e americani
I turisti ora lo vedono camminare sulla rena
Lunga quanto la sua vita da Bahia a Ipanema
Lyrics translation
Alemao lived in the sun breathed deeply
He bathed in his sea floating on the waves
In those eyes his life was always smiling
He sold us necklaces and asked for almost nothing
Humanist and Optimist was always among the people
She smoked that smoke of hers, giggling softly.
An almost strange cross between a Teutonic and a Latin
He adorned himself with that little to support the pigtail
Firmly and effortlessly he spoke to me in Castilian
Always responding ready to my Easy Italian
He spoke of immense worlds populated by Lords
Who have neither injustice nor grudges in their hearts
Alemao you found it every day on the beach
Walked slowly awake eyes and wise air
He was waiting for those people who laughed and called him
He offered merchandise and calmly spoke to him
Little money asked us for a few moments of peace
He recounted his life between facet and audacity
Born south between that Brazilian and Argentine border
Where the wind hurts you it stun you more than wine
With that German look, he was a stranger to those people.
Of his world he did not understand and did not accept anything
Then he left already as a boy attached to that convoy
With nothing in your hands, no money, no luggage.
Now lives on the yellow and gold beaches of Bahia
Now he feels a force of his own in his veins
Flowing to people from the fingers of the hands
Italians, Argentines, Greeks, Slavs and Americans
Tourists now see him walking on the Rhine
As long as his life from Bahia to Ipanema