Piccola Bottega Baltazar — Le Formiche Mentali song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Formiche Mentali" by Piccola Bottega Baltazar.
Lyrics
Tua madre parlava alle cicale
Sul bordo di una splendida terrazza
E in fondo non faceva male
Sentire odori e brusii nella piazza
E rincorreva veloci cani scuri
Cantava all’uscita della scuola
Gridava «Attenti!» ai carabinieri
E s’infilava pastiglie nella gola
Pensieri, millepiedi, formiche con le ali
Tutti diversi e tutti stanchi uguali
Formiche grosse e rosse hanno fatto breccia
Percorrono le vene fino a sotto la corteccia
E tarli nel velluto del vissuto
Tuo padre parlava della vita
Come se per lui fosse già finita
Troncava i discorsi dolcemente
Con una lieve ironia seducente
E giocava a scacchi fino a sera
In silenzio coltivava il suo giardino
Gentile a tratti con la cameriera
E cocciuto con il vecchio felino
Pensieri, millepiedi formiche con le ali
Tutti diversi e tutti stanchi uguali
Formiche grosse e rosse hanno fatto breccia
Percorrono le vene fino a sotto la corteccia
E tarli nel velluto del vissuto
Lyrics translation
Your mother used to talk to cicadas.
On the edge of a beautiful terrace
And deep down it didn't hurt
Smell and brush in the square
And he was chasing fast dark dogs
She sang at school.
He Was Screaming, " Look Out!"to the carabinieri
And he'd shove pills down his throat
Thoughts, centipedes, ants with wings
All different and all tired the same
Big Red Ants have breached
They run through the veins down to under the bark
And tarli in the velvet of the lived
Your father talked about life
As if it had already ended for him
Truncated the speeches softly
With a slight seductive irony
And played chess until evening
In silence he cultivated his garden
Nice at times with the maid
And stubborn with the old feline
Thoughts, centipedes ants with wings
All different and all tired the same
Big Red Ants have breached
They run through the veins down to under the bark
And tarli in the velvet of the lived