Deborah Blando — Cronaca song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cronaca" by Deborah Blando.

Lyrics

Ce la fece quel giorno
Nino a dire di no
E fu come un inferno
Che si scatenò
Quel giorno Dio non era lì
La famiglia, la scuola
Tutta la città
Non sapevano niente
Forse, chi lo sa…
Comunque Dio non era lì
Ce n'è troppa di violenza
Contro l’innocenza
Che alle volte il cuore non ce la fa
Meglio la vergogna
Dell’indifferenza
Chi parlerà, chi tacerà, chi piangerà
Nino vola già, Nino vola già
Vide un grande portone
Mezzo aperto, entrò
Ma non c’era nessuno
E così aspettò
Quel giorno Dio non era lì
Ci rimase male
Ma soltanto un po'
Scelse il suo finale
E s’addormentò
Quel giorno Dio non era lì
Ce n'è troppa di violenza
Contro l’innocenza
Che alle volte il cuore non ce la fa
Meglio la vergogna
Che l’indifferenza
Chi parlerà, chi tacerà, chi piangerà
Nino vola già, Nino vola già
Ce n'è troppa di violenza
Che ferisce l’innocenza
Che alle volte il cuore non ce la fa
Meglio la vergogna
Che l’indifferenza
Chi parlerà, chi tacerà, chi piangerà
Nino vola già

Lyrics translation

He made it that day
Nino to say no
And it was like hell
That went wild
That day God was not there
The family, the school
The whole city
They didn't know anything.
Maybe, who knows…
However God was not there
There's too much violence.
Against innocence
That sometimes the heart does not make it
Better shame
Of indifference
Who will speak, who will be silent, who will weep
Nino already flies, Nino already flies
Saw a big gate
Half open, entered
But there was no one
And so he waited
That day God was not there
We got sick
But only a little
He chose his ending
And fell asleep
That day God was not there
There's too much violence.
Against innocence
That sometimes the heart does not make it
Better shame
That indifference
Who will speak, who will be silent, who will weep
Nino already flies, Nino already flies
There's too much violence.
That hurts innocence
That sometimes the heart does not make it
Better shame
That indifference
Who will speak, who will be silent, who will weep
Nino already flies