Pierangelo Bertoli — Filastrocca a motore song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Filastrocca a motore" by Pierangelo Bertoli.
Lyrics
Poi l’auto fu spinta per l’ultimo tratto di strada da fare
Rimase lì ferma e quelli che sanno al vanno a guardare
Un tempo lontano aveva portato schiavisti e gerarchi
Poi nella vecchiaia restava a giocare coi bimbi nei parchi
Nessuno la odiava ma in fondo le stavano tutti alla larga
Poi fu trasformata e vecchia rimase soltanto la targa
La usarono ancora la misero a vendere stoffe ai mercati
Salì sopra i monti andò dentro ai fiumi viaggiò in mezzo ai prati
Poi perse dei pezzi qualcuno aggiustò quello che si poteva
Cambiò ancora mano e giunse in città che la neve cadeva
Il nuovo padrone la andava a trovare e poi la puliva
Oliava il motore, a volte l’avviava ma non ci saliva
A volte è importante sapere che conti, che vali qualcosa
Ma essere niente è come un marito a cui manca la sposa
E l’auto soffriva ma tutti pensavano fosse contenta
Del resto capire è un fatto difficile e a volte spaventa
Così chi guardava pensava che è comodo stare in pensione
Godere il riposo e farsi servire da tante persone
Il tempo passava scomparve l’inverno, tornò primavera
E poi un mattino la misero in moto andando alla fiera
E in mezzo alle altre così tra i rottami del tempo già usato
Fu preda all’angoscia e desiderò d’esser morta in passato
A sera tornando un camion sbandò la investì sul davanti
Strappò quasi tutto, fu il vecchio chassis che salvò gli occupanti
E mentre moriva schiacciata dal peso di quella motrice
Sul nastro d’asfalto allora scoprì d’esser quasi felice
Lyrics translation
Then the car was pushed to the last stretch of road to do
He stood there and those who know al go and watch
Once distant had brought slavers and hierarchs
Then in his old age he stayed to play with the children in the parks
No one hated her, but at the end of the day, everyone was away from her.
Then it was transformed and only the plaque remained old
They still used it to sell fabrics to the markets
He climbed over the mountains he went into the rivers he traveled through the Meadows
Then he lost some pieces someone fixed what you could
And he changed his hand again, and came into the city, and the snow fell.
The new master would visit her and then clean her up
He oiled the engine, sometimes started it but didn't get into it.
Sometimes it's important to know that you count, that you're worth something
But to be nothing is like a husband who misses the bride
And the car was hurting but everyone thought she was happy
After all, understanding is a difficult fact and sometimes scares
So those who watched thought it was convenient to retire
Enjoy rest and be served by so many people
Time passed by winter disappeared, spring came back
And then one morning they started it going to the fair
And among the others so among the scraps of time already used
She was distressed and wished she had died in the past
In the evening returning a truck ran over the front
He tore almost everything, it was the old chassis that saved the occupants
And as she died crushed by the weight of that motor
On the asphalt belt then he found that he was almost happy