Lucio Dalla — L'ultima luna song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'ultima luna" by Lucio Dalla.
Lyrics
Author: Dalla_Lucio
Title: L’ultima_luna
L’ULTIMA LUNA DALLA
La settima luna era quella del luna park
Lo scimmione si aggirava dalla giostra al bar
Mentre l’angelo di Dio bestemmiava facendo sforzi di petto
Grandi muscoli e poca carne povero angelo benedetto
La sesta luna era il cuore di un disgraziato
Che, maledetto il giorno che era nato ma rideva sempre
Da anni non vedeva le lenzuola con le mani sporche di carbone
Toccava il culo ad una signora,
E rideva e toccava, sembrava lui il padrone
La quinta luna fece paura a tutti
Era la testa di un signore MTM
Che con la morte vicino giocava a biliardino
Era grande ed elegante, ne giovane ne vecchio forse malato
Sicuramente era malato perche' perdeva sangue da un orecchio
La quarta luna era quella dei prigionieri
Che camminando seguivano le rotaie del treno
Avevano i piedi insanguinati e le mani e le mani senza guanti
Non preoccupatevi, il cielo e' sereno, oggi non ce ne sono piu' tanti
La terza luna uscirono tutti a guardarla
Era cosi' grande che piu' di qualcuno penso' al Padre Eterno
Sospesero i giochi e si spensero le luci comincio' l’inverno
Perche' quella sera, quella notte ritorno' l’inferno
La seconda luna porto' la disperazione tra gli zingari
Qualcuno addirittura si amputo' un dito
Andarono in banca a far qualche operazione, ma che confusione
La maggior parte prese cani e figli e corse alla stazione
L’ultima luna la vide solo un bimbo appena nato
Aveva occhi tondi e neri e fondi e non piangeva
Con grandi mani prese la luna tra le mani e volo' via
E volo' via e volo' via, era l’uomo di domani
Lyrics translation
Author: Dalla_Lucio
Title: the last_luna
The last moon from
The seventh moon was that of the luna park
The monkey wandered from the carousel to the bar
While the angel of God blasphemed making efforts with his chest
Big muscles and little flesh poor blessed Angel
The sixth moon was the heart of a wretched
That, cursed the day he was born but always laughed
For years he hadn't seen the sheets with his hands dirty with coal
He touched a lady's ass,
And he laughed and touched, he seemed the master
The fifth moon scared everyone
It was the head of an MTM Lord
Who with death near played billiards
He was big and elegant, neither young nor old perhaps sick
I'm sure he was sick because he lost blood from one ear.
The fourth moon was that of the prisoners
Walking along the train tracks
They had bloody feet and hands and hands without gloves
Don't worry, the sky is clear, there are not many today
The third Moon all went out to look at it
He was so great that more than anyone thought of the Eternal Father
They suspended the games and turned off the lights. winter began.
'Cause that night, that night, hell came back
The second moon brought despair among the Gypsies
Someone even amputated a finger.
They went to the bank to do some operations, but what a mess
Most took dogs and children and ran to the station
The last moon only saw a newborn baby
He had round eyes and black and deep and did not cry
With great hands he took the moon in his hands and flew away
And fly 'away and fly' away, he was the man of tomorrow