Francesco Guccini — Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Milano (Poveri Bimbi Di)" by Francesco Guccini.
Lyrics
Quando son nato io pesavo sei chili
avevo spalle da uomo
e mani grandi come badili.
Quando son nato io eran davvero tempi cupi
e le mie strade erano piene
di iene e di lupi
Quando son nato io la morte stringeva la vite e la gente dei mondo
ingoiava cordite.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
col vestiti comprati all’Upim
abituati ad un cielo a buchi
che vedete sempre pi lontano.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
cos fragili cos infelici
che urlate rabbia senza radici
con occhi tinti e con niente in mano.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
derubati anche d speranza
che danzate la vostra danza
in quello zoo metropolitano.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
con fazzoletti come giardini
poveri indiani nella riserva
povere giacche blu questurini.
Quando son nato io
c’era la fame nera
e la vita d’ognuno
tirava il lotto ogni sera.
Quando son nato io le citt erano cimiteri
e la primavera sbocciava
sopra ai morti di ieri.
Quando son nato io alla fine
ci tu gran festa
e l’uomo si svegli dal sonno
apr gli occhi e rialz la testa.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
dall’orizzonte sempre coperto
povera sete di libert
costretta a vivere nel deserto.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
dalle musiche come un motore
col pi terribile del silenzi
la solitudine del rumore.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
figli di padri preoccupanti
con un esistere da nano
e nella mente sogni giganti.
Poveri bimbi di Milano
numerosi come minuti
viaggiatori di mete fisse
spettatori sempre seduti.
Quando son nato io come capita a tutti
il tempo uguale e incurante
imponeva i suoi frutti.
Quando son nato io nel rogo d S. Silvestro
si bruciava il passato
e il peccato col resto.
Quando rinasceremo
come il sogno d’un uomo
bruceremo il futuro
in piazza del Duomo.
Lyrics translation
When I was born I weighed six pounds
I had a man's shoulders.
and hands as big as sideburns.
When I was born I was really dark times
and my streets were full
of hyenas and Wolves
When I was born death tightened the lives and the people of the world
he swallowed cordite.
Poor children of Milan
with clothes bought at Upim
get used to a sky with holes
which you see further and further.
Poor children of Milan
fragile cos unhappy cos
that you scream rootless rage
with tinted eyes and nothing in hand.
Poor children of Milan
robbed also of hope
that you dance your dance
in that Metropolitan zoo.
Poor children of Milan
with handkerchiefs as gardens
poor Indians in the Reserve
poor questurini Blue Jackets.
When I was born
there was black hunger
and everyone's life
he'd pull the lot every night.
When I was born the cities were cemeteries
and Spring blossomed
above yesterday's dead.
When I was born in the end
there's your big party
and the man wakes up from sleep
open your eyes and raise your head.
Poor children of Milan
from the horizon always covered
poor thirst for freedom
forced to live in the desert.
Poor children of Milan
from music as an engine
with the most terrible of silence
the loneliness of noise.
Poor children of Milan
children of worrying fathers
with a dwarf exist
and in the mind giant dreams.
Poor children of Milan
numerous as minutes
travellers of fixed destinations
spectators always sitting.
When I was born as it happens to everyone
equal and careless time
it imposed its fruits.
When I was born at the stake of S. Silvestro
it burned the past
and sin with the rest.
When we're reborn
like a man's dream
we'll burn the future
in Piazza del Duomo.