Francesco Guccini — Eskimo song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Eskimo" by Francesco Guccini.

Lyrics

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Eskimo
Eskimo (Francesco Guccini)
Questa domenica in Settembre
non sarebbe pesata cosi'
l’estate finiva piu' nature
vent’anni fa o giu' di li'
Con l’incoscienza dentro al basso ventre
e alcuni audaci, in tasca «l'Unita'»,
la paghi tutta, e a prezzi d’inflazione,
quella che chiaman la maturita'
Ma tu non sei cambiata di molto
anche se adesso e' al vento quello che
io per vederlo ci ho impiegato tanto
filosofando pure sui perche'
Ma tu non sei cambiata di tanto
e se cos’e' un orgasmo ora lo sai
potrai capire i miei vent’anni allora
e quasi cento adesso capirai
Portavo allora un eskimo innocente
dettato solo dalla poverta'
non era la rivolta permanente
diciamo che non c’era e tanto fa Portavo una coscienza immacolata
che tu tendevi a uccidere pero'
inutilmente ti ci sei provata
con foto di famiglia o paleto'
E quanto son cambiato da allora
e l’eskimo che conoscevi tu lo porta addosso mio fratello ancora
e tu lo porteresti e non puoi piu'
Bisogna saper scegliere il tempo
non arrivarci per contrarieta'
tu giri adesso con le tette al vento
io ci giravo gia' vent’anni fa Ricordi fu con te a Santa Lucia
al portico dei Servi per Natale
credevo che Bologna fosse mia
ballammo insieme all’anno o a Carnevale
Lasciammo allora tutti e due un qualcuno
che non ne fece un dramma o non lo so ma con i miei maglioni ero a disagio
e mi pesava quel tuo paleto'
Ma avevo la rivolta fra le dita
dei soldi in tasca niente e tu lo sai
e mi pagavi il cinema stupita
e non ti era toccato farlo mai
Perche' mi amavi non l’ho mai capito
cosi' diverso da quei tuoi cliche
perche' fra i tanti, bella,
che hai colpito ti sei gettata addosso proprio a me Infatti i fiori della prima volta
non c’erano gia' piu' nel sessantotto
scoppiava finalmente la rivolta
oppure in qualche modo mi ero rotto
Tu li aspettavi ancora ma io gia' urlavo che
Dio era morto, a monte, ma pero'
contro il sistema anch’io mi ribellavo
cioe', sognando Dylan e i provo
E Gianni ritornato da Londra
a lungo ci parlo' dell’LSD
tenne una quasi conferenza colta
sul suo viaggio di nozze stile freak
E noi non l’avevamo mai fatto
e noi che non l’avremmo fatto mai
quell’erba ci creseva tutt’attorno
per noi crescevan solo i nostri guai
Forse ci consolava far l’amore
ma precari in quel senso si era gia'
un buco da un amico, un letto a ore
su cui passava tutta la citta'
L’amore fatto alla boia d’un Giuda
e al freddo in quella stanza di altri e spoglia
vederti o non vederti tutta nuda
era un fatto di clima e non di voglia
E adesso che potremmo anche farlo
e adesso che problemi non ne ho che nostalgia per quelli contro un muro
o dentro a un cine o li' dove si puo'
E adesso che sappiamo quasi tutto
e adesso che problemi non ne hai
che nostalgia, lo rifaremmo in piedi
scordando la moquette stile e l’Hi Fi Diciamolo per dire, ma davvero
si ride per non piangere perche'
se penso a quella ch’eri, a quel che ero,
che compassione che ho per me e per te Eppure a volte non mi spiacerebbe
essere quelli di quei tempi la'
sara' per aver quindic’anni in meno
o avere tutto per possibilita'
Perche' a vent’anni e' tutto ancora intero
perche' a vent’anni e' tutto chi lo sa
a vent’anni si e' stupidi davvero
quante balle si ha in testa a quell’eta'
Oppure allora si era solo noi
non c’entra o meno questa gioventu'
di discussioni, caroselli, eroi
quel ch’e' rimasto dimmelo un po' tu E questa domenica in Settembre
se ne sta lentamente per finire
come le tante via distrattamente
a cercare di fare o di capire
Forse lo stan pensando anche gli amici
gli andati, i rassegnati, i soddisfatti,
giocando a dire che si era piu' felici
pensando a chi si e' perso o no a quei patti
Ed io che ho sempre un eskimo addosso
uguale a quello che ricorderai
io come sempre, faccio quel che posso
domani poi ci pensero' se mai
Ed io ti cantero' questa canzone
uguale a tante che gia' ti cantai
ignorala come hai ignorato le altre
e poi saran le ultime oramai

Lyrics translation

Miscellaneous
Eskimo
Eskimo (Francesco Guccini)
This Sunday in September
it wouldn't have weighed that way.
summer ended more nature
twenty years ago or so.
With unconsciousness inside the lower abdomen
and some bold, in the pocket "the unit'»,
pay it all, and at inflation prices,
what they call maturity
But you haven't changed much.
although now it's in the wind that
it took me so long to see it.
philosophizing about why.
But you haven't changed much.
and if what an orgasm is now you know
you can understand my twenties then
and almost a hundred now you will understand
I wore an innocent eskimo then
dictated only by poverty
it was not the permanent uprising
let's just say it wasn't there and a long time ago I wore an immaculate conscience
that you tended to kill, though.
in vain you tried
with family photos or paleto'
And how much I've changed since then
and the eskimo you knew is still on my brother
and you would wear it, and you can't wear it anymore.
You have to know how to choose the time
don't get there out of spite.
you turn now with your tits in the wind
I was already twentyyears ago. I remember it was with you in Santa Lucia.
at the servants ' porch for Christmas
I thought Bologna was mine.
we danced together at the year or carnival
So we both left someone
that didn't make it a drama or I don't know but with my sweaters I was uncomfortable
and I was weighed by your palete.
But I had the riot between my fingers
money in your pocket nothing and you know it
and you were paying me for the movies.
and you never had to do it.
Because you loved me I never understood
so different from your cliches
'cause of the many, bella,
that you hit you threw yourself on me in fact the flowers of the first time
there were no more in the sixty-eight.
the uprising finally broke out
or somehow I broke up
You were still waiting for them but I was already screaming that
God was dead, upstream, but still
I also rebelled against the system
I mean, dreaming about Dylan and I try
And Gianni returned from London
I've been talking about LSD for a long time.
he held an almost learned lecture
on her freak style honeymoon
And we never did.
and we who never would have done it
that grass grew all around us.
for us only our troubles grew
Maybe it consoled us to make love
but precarious in that sense was already'
a hole from a friend, a bed by hours
where the whole city passed
The Love made to the executioner of a Judas
and in the cold in that other room and undress
see you or not see you naked
it was a matter of climate and not of desire
And now that we might as well
and now what problems I have nothing but nostalgia for those against a wall
either inside a movie theater or where you can
And now that we know almost everything
and now what problems do you have
what nostalgia, we would do it again standing
forgetting the carpet style and the Hi Fi let's say it to say, but really
he laughs so he doesn't cry because
if I think of who you were, what I was,
what compassion I have for me and for you yet sometimes I would not mind
be those of those times there
must be fifteen years younger.
or have it all for a chance.
'Cause at Twenty, it's all still in one piece.
because when you're 20, everyone knows.
when you're 20, you're really stupid.
how many bales do you have in your head at that age?
Or then it was just us
it has nothing to do with this youth.
of discussions, carousels, heroes
what's left tell me a little ' you and this Sunday in September
it's slowly coming to an end
like the many ways distracted
to try to do or understand
Maybe the stan thinking even friends
the departed, the resigned, the satisfied,
playing to say you were happier
thinking about who missed those deals or not.
And I always have an eskimo on me
same as what you'll remember
I always do what I can.
tomorrow I'll think about it if ever
And I'll sing you this song
same as many I've already sung to you.
ignore it like you ignored the others
and then they'll be the last by now