Massimo Bubola — Blues Di Re Teodorico song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Blues Di Re Teodorico" by Massimo Bubola.
Lyrics
Un giorno re Teodorico sentì suonare — bang! bang! -
Era il segnale di caccia degli scudieri del re
Il più bel cervo del mondo stava passando di lì
Ma non aveva un cavallo per inseguirlo e così
— povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico! -
E poi gli apparve un destriero nero più nero non c'è
Aveva gli occhi di fuoco, gli disse — Vieni con me!
Cattureremo la bestia e le sue corna io ti darò
Su svelto saltami in groppa e tieni forte sennò -
— povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico! -
Tua moglie, i tuoi figli, tua madre
Saluta bene perchè
I regni, i fiumi, le strade
Ora appartengono a me!
— povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico! -
E da Verona a Messina ci mise un attimo o poco più
Capì quand’era ormai tardi che quel cavallo era Belzebù
Dall’alto azzurro del cielo, dentro il vulcano si fiondò giù
Dove comincia l’inferno e dove indietro non torni più
— povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico! -
Tua moglie, i tuoi figli, tua madre
Saluta bene perchè
I regni, i fiumi, le strade
Ora appartengono a me!
— povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico! -
— Povero re, povero re, povero re Teodorico!
Lyrics translation
One day King Theodoric heard ringing-bang! bang! -
It was the hunting signal of the King's Squires
The most beautiful deer in the world was passing by there
But he didn't have a horse to chase him and so
- poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric! -
And then a black steed appeared to him more black is not there
He had fiery eyes, he said to him-come with me!
We will capture the Beast and its horns I will give you
Quickly jump me in the rump and hold tight or else -
- poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric! -
Your wife, your children, your mother
Say hello because
The kingdoms, the rivers, the streets
They belong to me now!
- poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric! -
And from Verona to Messina it took us a moment or a little more
He understood when it was late that that horse was Beelzebub
From the blue top of the sky, inside the volcano slid down
Where Hell begins and where you never come back
- poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric! -
Your wife, your children, your mother
Say hello because
The kingdoms, the rivers, the streets
They belong to me now!
- poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric! -
- Poor King, poor King, poor King Theodoric!