Nomadi — Bianchi e Neri song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bianchi e Neri" by Nomadi.
Lyrics
Erano giorni terribili, la guerra divampava
un mostro spaventoso, la gente divorava
fratello contro fratello, odio contro amore
uomini venivano uccisi solo per un colore.
Ma un uomo nel suo giardino
la speranza coltivava
tutti i suoi fratelli con amore aiutava
anche lui aveva un’idea: con coraggio la portava
ma su tutto amava la vita
contro tutti lottava.
Cos¬ un giorno vide un nero moribondo
fece proprio di tutto per riportarlo al mondo
per questo i bianchi pensarono
che fosse un collaborazionista
il suo nome scrissero sopra una lunga lista.
Un giorno un bianco fuggiasco
alla sua porta andІ a bussare
per cercare scampo alla morte
da lui si fece salvare,
cos¬ anche i neri lo odiarono,
giurarono vendetta
perch© chi non era con loro
doveva morire in fretta.
In una notte di luna
l’uomo buono camminava
sopra il crinale di un monte,
che due valli divideva,
da una parte i bianchi lo spiavano,
pronti a colpirlo al cuore
dall’altra i neri stavano
per placare il loro furore.
Partirono due colpi assieme
cadde con gli occhi al cielo
sul suo sguardo stupito
si stese un lieve velo.
I neri felici esultarono
come i bianchi a loro volta,
ma essi non sapevano
che la piet era morta.
Lyrics translation
Those were terrible days, the war was raging
a scary monster, people devoured
brother against brother, hate against love
men were only killed for one color.
But a man in his garden
hope cultivated
all his brothers with love helped
he also had an idea: he courageously carried it
but on everything he loved life
he fought against everyone.
Cos one day he saw a dying black man
he did everything he could to bring him back to the world.
that's why the white people thought
that he was a collaborator
his name was written on a long list.
One day a white fugitive
at his door andI knocking
to seek escape from death
by him he was saved,
so the blacks hated him too,
they swore vengeance
because© who was not with them
he had to die quickly.
On a moonlit night
the good man walked
above the ridge of a mountain,
that two valleys divided,
on the one hand, white people were spying on him.,
ready to hit him in the heart
on the other hand, the blacks were
to quench their fury.
They started two shots together
he fell with his eyes to the sky
on her amazed look
she spread a slight veil.
Happy Blacks rejoiced
like white people in turn,
but they did not know
that piet was dead.