Talco — Testamento di un buffone song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Testamento di un buffone" by Talco.
Lyrics
Favole affrante e vuote di malinconia
Nebbia che affonda giorni e solidarietà
Ci dicon son precarie nuvole e utopia
Ma là nella metropoli sprofonda la realtà
Senza filtri nelle strade passeggia il buffone
Salta sopra i cocci di un’ormai sorda città
Non c'è spazio per compianto né moderazione
A chi ha straziato i suoi valori per cieca tranquillità
Non correte, non scappate via
Un giorno non può vivere senza la sua utopia
Non correte, non scappate via
Nel nulla del benessere svendete la vostra viltà
Tra voli disperati di fantasmi e falsi giorni
Non correte non scappate via
Svegliatevi pagliacci prima o poi
Come farete senza sogni
Certo un buffone non sarà di compagnia
Al vegliardo che coi sogni non sa più parlar
Per chi la carovana è ormai sfuggita via
Il prezzo dell’orgoglio è nell’errore sprofondar
Ma nelle poltrone armate di menefreghismo
Striscia un canto vuoto d’idee senza identità
Dicon «Non sarà poi male un po' di opportunismo»
Grazie ma declino ho troppo a cuore la mia integrità
Signori spettatori
Un altro treno è ripartito
Io vi lascio il testamento di un amore che la sua vita ha inseguito
Col sorriso ripartirò con voi
Avanti avvicinatevi e nel cuore nessuno si vergogni
Guardate guardate su non scappate via
Qui c'è un buffone armato di poesia che danza ancora coi suoi sogni
:ENGLISH TEXT:
TESTAMENT OF A CLOWN
Among broken tales, melancholy and void
The fog submerges days and solidarity
They tell us clouds and utopia are precarious
But in the cities reality is sinking
Unbound the clown takes to the streets
He leaps on the rubble of a deafened city
There’s no room for grief or moderation
For those who have done away with their values for a blind tranquillity
Don’t run, don’t flee
A day cannot live without utopia
Don’t run, don’t flee
In the mud of opulence you sell vileness
Among the desperate leap of ghosts and false days
Don’t run, don’t flee
You better wake up you clowns sooner or later
What will you do without any dreams?
No doubt a clown will be of little company
For a geezer who know not how to speak through dreams
For those for whom the caravan has already gone
The price of pride lies in the error of sinking
But on the armchairs armed with indifference
An empty song crawls, devoid of ideas and identity
They say: «A little opportunism will do little harm»
Thanks but no thanks, I hold my integrity too dear
Ladies and gentlemen
Another train has left
I leave you the testament of a love followed by a dream
Smiling I will leave again with you
Draw near and let no one be ashamed
Look! Look and don’t flee
Here’s a clown armed with poetry who still dances with his dreams
Lyrics translation
Sad and empty fables of melancholy
Fog sinking days and solidarity
There are precarious clouds and utopia
But there in the metropolis sinks reality
No filters in the streets walks the clown
Jump over the shards of a now deaf city
There is no room for regret or moderation
To those who tore his values for blind tranquility
Don't run, don't run away
One day he can not live without his utopia
Don't run, don't run away
In the nothingness of well-being sell off your cowardice
Between desperate flights of ghosts and false days
Don't run don't run away
Wake up clowns sooner or later
How will you do without dreams
Of course a clown will not be company
To the watchman who with dreams can no longer speak
For whom the caravan has now escaped
The price of pride is in the error to sink
But in armchairs armed with menefreghismo
Strip an empty song of ideas without identity
Dicon " it will not be bad then a bit of opportunism»
Thank you but decline I care too much about my integrity
Gentlemen spectators
Another train has departed
I leave you the testament of a love that his life has pursued
With a smile I'll go back with you
Next come near and in the heart no one be ashamed
Look look up don't run away
Here is a clown armed with poetry who still dances with his dreams
: ENGLISH TEXT:
TESTAMENT OF A CLOWN
Among broken tales, melancholy and void
The fog submerges days and solidarity
They tell us clouds and utopia are precarious
But in the cities reality is sinking
Unbound The clown takes to the streets
He leaps on the rubble of a deafened city
There's no room for grievance or moderation
For those who have done away with their values for a blind tranquillity
Don't run, don't flee
A day cannot live without utopia
Don't run, don't flee
In the mud of opulence you sell vileness
Among the desperate leap of ghosts and false days
Don't run, don't flee
You better wake up you clowns sooner or later
What will you do without any dreams?
No doubt a clown will be of little company
For a geezer who know not how to speak through dreams
For those for whom the caravan has already gone
The price of pride lies in the error of sinking
But on the armchairs armed with indifference
An empty song crawls, devoid of ideas and identity
They say: «A little opportunism will do little harm»
Thanks but no thanks, I hold my integrity too dear
Ladies and gentlemen
Another train has left
I leave you the testament of a love followed by a dream
Smiling I will leave again with you
Draw near and let no one be ashamed
Look! Look and don’t flee
Here’s a clown armed with poetry who still dances with his dreams