Nomadi — Medley: Piero e Cinzia - Redemption song song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Medley: Piero e Cinzia - Redemption song" by Nomadi.
Lyrics
Cinzia cantava le sue canzoni
e si scriveva i testi sul diario per sentirli ieri,
e proprio nell’ora di religione
quando tutto il mondo sembra buono, anche il professore,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno.
Piero suonava solo la musica reggae
e i suoi capelli erano serpenti neri di medusa Marley,
sposati in fretta e con un figlio in arrivo,
un figlio nuovo di zecca da crescere bene.
Partirono insieme, destinazione San Siro,
con tutto quello che avevano in tasca, un indirizzo sicuro,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno.
E si che a Milano quel giorno era Giamaica,
con quelle palme immense sulle strade vuote a 41 all’ombra,
e quando gli idranti spararono sul cielo,
qualcuno disse «Guarda verso il palco, c'è l’arcobaleno»
e venne la notte da centomila fiammelle,
la musica correva come un filo su tutta la mia pelle,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno,
e lo stadio era pieno, Cinzia e il suo veleno…
…Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
Redemption songs;
These songs of freedom?
These songs of freedom?
Redemption songs.
(Grazie a Roberto per questo testo)
Lyrics translation
Cinzia sang her songs
and you would write the texts in the diary to hear them yesterday,
and right in the hour of religion
when the whole world looks good, even the professor,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison.
Piero played only reggae music
and her hair was black snakes of medusa Marley,
married quickly and with a child on the way,
a brand-new son to grow up well.
They left together, destination San Siro,
with everything they had in their pocket, a secure address,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison.
And yes that in Milan that day was Jamaica,
with those huge palm trees on the empty streets at 41 in the shade,
and when the fire hydrants shot into the sky,
someone said " Look at the stage, there's the rainbow»
and the night came from a hundred thousand flames,
the music ran like a thread all over my skin,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison,
and the stadium was full, Cinzia and her poison…
... Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ' and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
Redemption songs;
These songs of freedom?
These songs of freedom?
Redemption songs.
(Thanks to Roberto for this text)