Franco Battiato — La Musica Muore song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Musica Muore" by Franco Battiato.
Lyrics
Sono anni che non cambia niente
tutto è chiuso in un sacco a pelo
con un dito quante macchine ho fermato
quanti stop alle frontiere ho sopportato
Degli Stones amavo Satisfaction
e dei Doors come on baby light my fire
ascoltavo Penny Lane per ore ed ore
Mi ritorna l’eco dei concerti
mi ritorna l’acqua dentro il sacco a pelo
tutt’intorno i fuochi ormai si sono spenti
non resta che un pallido colore
…la musica muore
Parco lambro, Woodstock, l’isola di White.
quanta gente strana ho incontrato per strada
giravo per l’Europa da Londra ad Amsterdam…
on the road again, my generation.
Lyrics translation
Nothing's changed for years.
everything is closed in a sleeping bag
with one finger how many cars I stopped
how many stops at the borders I endured
Of the Stones I loved Satisfaction
and doors come on baby light My fire
I'd listen to Penny Lane for hours and hours
The echo of the concerts returns
the water returns to me in the sleeping bag
all around the fires are now gone
all that remains is a pale color
... music dies
Lambro Park, Woodstock, White Island.
how many strange people have I met on the street
I was travelling across Europe from London to Amsterdam…
on the road again, my generation.