Il parto delle nuvole pesanti — Uomini Viaggianti song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Uomini Viaggianti" by Il parto delle nuvole pesanti.
Lyrics
c’è chi parte ma non sa dove andare
c’è chi parte soltanto per il mare
c’è chi parte per uno smarrimento
c’è chi invece rincorre un’ideale
c’è chi parte per seguire
una nuvola per bere
gocce d’acqua quando piove
piove solo certe sere
ma chi resta non si arresta
non si ferma con la testa
scava come un minatore
notte e giorno a tutte le ore
siamo uomini viaggianti
né turisti né emigranti
solo la valigia in mano
ed un sogno molto strano
siamo tutti clandestini
matti clown e burattini
siamo profughi ambientali
o di guerre ed ospedali
siamo foglie siamo vento
siamo sempre in movimento
siamo anime in erranza
animali in transumanza
siamo Dante siamo Omero
siamo il continente nero
siamo il popolo ebreo
siamo i greci nell’egeo
ma chi resta non si arresta
non si ferma con la testa
scava come un minatore
notte e giorno a tutte le ore
siamo uomini viaggianti
né turisti né emigranti
solo la valigia in mano
ed un sogno molto strano
siamo tutti viaggiatori
con le scarpe nei motori
e con la valigia in mano
per un viaggio assai lontano
those who stay don’t delay
they don’t decay surreall-ay
they dig deep with their hooves like a Minotaur
day and night, with all their might
we’re all wanderers, voyagers, seekers
never spectators migrants or fakers
with a suitcase of dreams in our hand,
we’ll dream of strange, strange, strange lands
Lyrics translation
there are those who leave but do not know where to go there are those who leave only to the sea there is who is going to a loss there are those who instead pursues an ideal, there is who is going to follow a cloud for a drink of water drops when it rains it rains only a certain evening, but who remains does not stop does not stop with the head digs like a miner night and day at all hours, we men traveling neither tourists nor immigrants, only the suitcase in hand and a dream that is very strange, we are all illegal immigrants, crazy clowns and puppets are environmental refugees or wars, and hospitals we are leaves we are the wind we are always on the move we are souls in wandering animals in transhumance, we are Dante, we are in Homer we have the black continent, we are the jewish people, we are the greeks in the aegean, but those who remain does not stop does not stop with the head digs like a miner night and day at all hours, we men traveling neither tourists nor immigrants, only the suitcase in hand and a dream that is very strange, we are all travellers with the shoes in the engines and with the suitcase in hand for a trip very far away those who stay don t delay, they don't decay surreall-ay they dig deep with their hooves like a Minotaur day and night, with all their might we're all wanderers, voyagers, seekers never spectators migrants or's fakers with a suitcase of dreams in our hand, we'll dream of strange, strange, strange lands