ANTONELLO VENDITTI — Italia song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Italia" by ANTONELLO VENDITTI.
Lyrics
Oh! Italia
Tierra de maccaroni multinazionali
Tierra de scandalos e de scandalizados
Tirra dove la pelota è rotunda
e los arbitros sono cornudones
Tierra de terremodos e de terremodados
Tierra de sequestrados e de sequestradores
Tierra dove los occupados son disorganizados
E los disoccupados son organizados
Tierra de libera muerte e de abuerto vietado
Tierra de libera muerte e de abuerto vietado
Tierra de radio libere ma libere veramente
Che faran ballar, che faran cantar tutta la hente
Tierre de stages de stado
Tierra de ordine nero, tierra de ordine blanco
Tierra de ordine claro, tierra de ordine clero
Oh! Italia
Tierra de segredos militares
Tierra de cançion d’audores e des los intellectuales
Tierra de cançion d’audores e des los intellectuales
Tierra de «fin che la barca va lasciala andare»
Se vuele maridare, si se vuele maridare
Se vuele maridare, si se vuele maridare
Tierra de qualunquistas e de digiunadores
Peninsula bagnada da quatro lados
Ed el pueblo che fa?
Ed el pueblo che fa?
Canta! Canta! Canta!
Lyrics translation
Oh! Italy
Land of multinational maccaroni
Land of scandal and scandal
Tirra where the pelota is rotunda
and Los arbitros are cornudones
Land of earthquakes and earthquakes
Land of kidnappers and kidnappers
Earth dove the occupied are disorganized
E the unemployed are organized
Land of free death and forbidden abortion
Land of free death and forbidden abortion
Earth of Radio Free but truly free
That they shall dance, that they shall sing all hell
Land of stages of stado
Land of ordine nero, land of ordine blanco
Land of ordine clear, land of ordine clergy
Oh! Italy
Land of military secrets
Land of cançion d'audores and intellectuals
Land of cançion d'audores and intellectuals
Tierra de " As long as the boat goes let her go»
It flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies.
It flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies, it flies.
Land of qualunchists and fasts
Wet Peninsula from the four sides
Ed el pueblo che fa?
Ed el pueblo che fa?
Sing! Sing! Sing!