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You'll be alright

That year the winter decided
To take a holiday
Everyone was worried
Won't we be able to skate on ice
Dad leaves the dinner table
Moves to the vestibule
For some reason whispers to his phone
Mom knows dad
Only by his surname these days
I leave my room
They can fight
Flags of different countries
Are taped to the wallpaper
My world was changed under them
 
Dad has a bad cold that's why
That's why dad moves to another city
You have a strong character
You'll take care of mother too
You'll be alright even though we say bye
You'll be alright, this kid won't stick no
 
I shake hands with him
Like I'm told to
Aunt Sanna has moved
Into dad's life
The even-numbered weeks for them
Was set from somewhere
I remember the flags from memory
From Andorra to Taiwan
 
Dad has a bad cold that's why
That's why dad moves to another city
You have a strong character
You'll take care of mother too
You'll be alright even though we say bye
You'll be alright, this kid won't stick no
 
Dad has a bad cold that's why
That's why dad moves to another city
You have a strong character
You'll take care of mother too
You'll be alright even though we say bye
You'll be alright, this kid won't stick no
 
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Chaotic beauty

A place to be and live what's inherited
A song without conditions to sound what's left
Today I can see what I was,
Where I am from, where I come from
It's not complaining it's not a war
It's what I am and where I come from
 
There are things in life that can't be changed
Attempts to order nature
But I'd rather be in a place where all flows with a natural rhythm, chaotic beauty
Ooh
 
For the flowing, for what's essential, for what's born, for what dies
For what's felt, for what's nonsense (Spanish pun*)
For what there is and never was
For a story, for a thousand stories, that are to be told, without hollows
For diversity, for this disordered chaos with a thousand charms
 
There are things in life that can't be changed
Attempts to order nature
But I'd rather be in a place where all flows with a natural rhythm, chaotic beauty
Ooh
 
For the flowing, for what's essential, for what's born, for what dies
For what's felt, for what's nonsense
For what there is and never was
For a story
For this rhythm, for our space, for an essence
For what I am, for what I have
For the place I live in
 
There are things in life that can't be changed
Attempts to order nature
But I'd rather be in a place where all flows with a natural rhythm, chaotic beauty
Ooh
 
FrankyMoon_

She

We see eyes, we don't taste/know tears
I'm afraid we're boats floating off and without oar,
Let's talk about her tonight, even though the most beautiful song
Is too small for that maiden, taciturn star.
 
And it's not what we leave behind, after all,
How much is left?
Time is ridiculous, relative, opportunistic,
How tall are we? What do we leave on the pavement?
 
Steps describing whatever,
insisting the same, confessing,
confirming the mysteries, the spheres,
watching the game in the smoke of a candle.
 
She fails because she doesn't study, she doesn't want to wait,
there's a lot to see, now what more do you want,
the definition is high,
Why stop making it make sense before stopping?
 
Everything changes, maids in the brothel,
lost like bullets from Babylon,
I suppose there's not a price anymore to learning
I can only count, two, three, what!
Children fighting at school,
because noone asks, noone knows anything,
whatever happened to her?
Children fighting at school,
because noone asks, noone knows anything,
whatever happened to her?
 
The girl doesn't care for the problems of the government,
she doesn't really understand what it is about heaven or hell,
she doesn't know war, only that it terrifies her,
and even that way she feels like the saddest girl on earth.
 
I'm thirsty, the world doesn't give me anything to drink,
the word is a dick fight, tall buildings,
whoever flies high sees it,
but knows how unimportant it is to win or to lose.
 
The girl starts crying without knowing why,
she doesn't really understand faith, but she asks God
to stop the unjust suffering when there's so much punishment
that the little girl already feels remorse for having been born
 
Everything changes, maids in the brothel,
lost like bullets from Babylon,
I suppose there's not a price anymore to learning
I can only count, two, three, what!
Children fighting at school,
because noone asks, noone knows anything,
whatever happened to her?
Children fighting at school,
because noone asks, noone knows anything,
whatever happened to her? What?
 
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Strength

I don't care if you're blind, I'm not your missus
They blow up your head easily
Sentences are applied in me, events, influences,
Girls with sports, they do it elegantly
I have a presence
I destroy myths with one shout, Mala/The Bad One screams
The party I fabricate glows for her absence
Enjoy, don't give it importance
Don't complain so much, we all had a childhood
Innocence
Phases of breastfeeding
That woman saw you grow up and today you show her indifference
Appreciate
They do it with blood and violence
Give her a voice, feed yourself, be patient
 
Give it strength, give me strength
Give it strength, give me strength
Give me strength, give it strength
Give me strength
 
I will leave genes as a heritage
Goods? Whatever, nowadays there's no solvency
This is the frequency
Fall in love, you, or me
I like walking along the border of the swimmingpool
Living without discipline
Feeling before the others what is approaching
Making you feel like the king of the mountain peak
A little bit of pepper and fine salt
I know every extreme
There are remainders in my notebook
I can put a put while a supposed puts itself*
But this is mine, the pleasure is yours
The path is longer if you go slower but it's never straight
I observe, I understand
I make you happy
If there's no money I paint it
There are many attempts, I compete
If it's unavoidable to go to the hole, it's you or me
There are many projects
Without an enterprise that end in nothing because of the dammed whatever per cent
Dominate your talent
With lots of people, their strength leaves them out of their mouths
 
Give it strength, give me strength
Give it strength, give me strength
Give me strength, give it strength
Give me strength
 
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Lovers afternoon

I want to return wrapping this blue sky in a handkerchief
I want to keep it forever
I want to return wrapping that blooming oak
I want to keep the memories the way they are
 
A couple with you, staring at each other's eyes
May the love moment don't vanish
All of now in this moment
I want to take care of it with you
 
I want to return putting that floating cloud in a bottle
I imagine that you're at the table
A boat that moves to a distant coast, a beautiful lighthouse
I want to keep the beauty the way it is
 
A couple with you, forgetting the words
May the dreaming moment don't vanish
All of now in this moment
I want to take care of it with you
 
All of now in this moment
I want to take care of it with you
 
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Damned Glass

The table full of glasses, who’s fault is
That I didn’t call you
The pain catches me , the pain from your heart
God has punished me so drunk
 
Choirs
Damned glass, drunk head
You crashed my wonderful dreams
Damned glass, drunk head
How I’m going to live now without her?
 
The night is persecuting me, the day is persceuteing me
My life is lonely, lonely and drowsy
The pain is catching me, the pain from your heart
God has punished me so drunk
 
Choirs
 

Here I am

If you don't care about what I say
And you ignore me when I speak,
If you don't look at me anymore
It may be because something's wrong
 
I'm tired of this game,
Of this constant bad feeling
That makes me feel like our thing,
Is no longer what it was at the beginning
 
And here I am certain about what happened,
Since I saw you, how you walk away from me,
I'll tell you, that if anything makes me feel good,
Is seeing you, like when I met you
 
A song, another breath
Where you could hide
The thousand stories we lived
Are unerasable
 
I remember the good moments
Y could go on non-stop
I promise you I can
Get out of here and go back
 
And here I am certain about what happened,
Since I saw you, how you walk away from me,
I'll tell you, that if anything makes me feel good,
Is seeing you, like when I met you
 
Look what has become of this love,
I regret myself all day,
Now you conquer me with your gift,
If I say so it's true,
Everything there is, and everything I am,
Is and will be yours from today onwards,
Believing you again, makes me feel good,
And if you will be here, I will
 
And here I am certain about what happened,
Since I saw you, how you walk away from me,
I'll tell you, that if anything makes me feel good,
Is seeing you, like when I met you
 
FrankyMoon_

Poor heart

Ay this poor heart is aching and can't take much further
Ay if I write this song is because something happened and has me adrift
 
As time passes by I understand that wounds are going away
I see but don't feel them, you marked me and now you're gone, I can no longer...
Something hurt me, I wait as I wake up to heal
 
Ay this poor heart, not that poor nor in pain, it just wants to beat
Ay if I sing this song I do it for the feeling of healing as I celebrate
 
As time passes by I understand that wounds are going away
I see but don't feel them, you marked me and now you're gone, I can no longer...
Something hurt me, I wait as I wake up and I wait as I celebrate my healing
 
Ay this poor heart with it's home and it's walking stick only wants to beat
Ay as a song meant to be danced says if it's true someone goes away
Something hurt me, I wait as I wake up and I sing as I celebrate that you are no longer here.
 
FrankyMoon_

Warm tears

I open my eyes and it's still the same
The pain isn't gone
A lost thought in my empty chest cus you are not here, my life
 
And I search where has your love gone
That left me in the oblivion
A lit feeling in my soul aching for seeing you go, honey
 
I can't forget you, my life, for a moment
I confess...
 
That today my life hurts, and it hurts like missing air to breath
That remembering you is a rainy day flooded with warm tears
That if this weep comforts this sorrow I endlessly carry
Maybe I think it can be done, I wish I could someday...
Forget you
 
Night falls down and it's still the same
And your spot is cold
The memories lost, wet in oblivion because you are not here
 
I look for your hand in my sheets that hold the captive hope
Of you coming back to my side to fly away forever
 
I can't forget you, my life, for a moment
I confess...
 
That today my life hurts, and it hurts like missing air to breath
That remembering you is a rainy day flooded with warm tears
That if this weep comforts this sorrow I endlessly carry
Maybe I think it can be done, I wish I could someday...
Forget you
 
That today my life hurts, and it hurts like missing air to breath
That remembering you is a rainy day flooded with warm tears
That if this weep comforts this sorrow I endlessly carry
Maybe I think it can be done, I wish I could forget you someday... ay ay ay ay
 
That today my life hurts and it hurts... like missing air ay ay ay ay
That remembering you is a rainy day... and it floods with tears
That if this tears I cry will comfort... this sorrow I feel...
 
FrankyMoon_
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A pocket full of secrets

Promise me you'll keep this secret in secret
Don't tell anybody
A secret in the pocket of my small chest
Doesn't spill
 
You fell asleep quickly on the grass
To your sleeping face sweetly I whispered 'I like you'
 
Promise me you'll keep this secret in secret
Don't tell anybody
A secret in the pocket of my small chest
Doesn't spill
 
Opening an eye you ended up laughing
You were pretending to be asleep, I feel embarassed
 
Promise me you'll keep this secret in secret
Don't tell anybody
A secret in the pocket of my small chest
Doesn't spill
 
On the grass I get loaded of resolution
There's no hope. What can I do? I want to escape to the sky
 
Promise me you'll keep this secret in secret
Don't tell anybody
A secret in the pocket of my small chest
Doesn't spill
 
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What had to be

Because you've been in life the last hope
Finding you made a child
Because you were mine already, without I even knowing it
Because you're my man and I'm your woman
Because you came to me
Without telling me you would come
And your hands calmly were mine
Because you were in my soul like dawn
Because you were what had to be
 
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Hello goodbye

An attractive black tea room
On a white plate, a 'goodbye'
And then in the cup, the 'Hello' letters
Come and go while I drink the tea
 
If I could be born again
I want to be that cute cup
With your silver spoon
You'd whirl my heart
 
On the other side of the lace decoration
There are platanus reflected in the window
The wind that blows cold
Tries to dry your hand completely
 
If I could be born again
I want to be that beautiful glass
Suddenly standing
I want you to take a look at my heart
 
An attractive black tea room
On a white plate, a 'goodbye'
And then in the cup, the 'Hello' letters
Come and go while I drink the tea
 
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Love's seesaw game

Love is never corresponded on one side
But I want to be loved
Without only me loving
Untill then I say goodbye to love
 
When the twilight comes, I look at the clock
The tides of people reach to the half
Standing tiptoe
I look for someone who looks like you
 
I chase happy couples
With the eyes, seen from the back
I'm tired of waiting in vain
And yet I won't go home
 
If you return the half
Of my love to you
When I wait for you
I'll say hello to love
 
You sayng sorry with a sweet voice
Is an excuse I memorized
I changed
I'm different than yesterday
 
Love is never corresponded on one side
But I want to be loved
Without only me loving
Untill then I say goodbye to love
 
If you return the half
Of my love to you
When I wait for you
I'll say hello to love
I'll say hello to love
 
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The Ridiculous Wedding

Hey young folks, pay attention:
I want to sing you a nice song
about two brothers near Milan,
one was called Battista and the other one Giovanni.
 
It started with the dumb brother,
who was talking to a large countrywoman
who was of quite small stature,
she was four arms wide.
 
She was pretty, she was hot,
she was judicious, that large girl,
she was the color of milk and wine,
she was Giovannino’s sweetheart.
 
But that dupe of his brother
was sneering like mad
in seeing his git brother
talking to that large countrywoman.
 
«Let’s see who you will marry,
you dimwit.»
«Let’s see who you will marry,
you dimwit.»
 
So, he fills with stubborness
and throws his hat in the canal,1
he runs upstairs to his chest of drawers,
he pulls out his Sunday clothes.
 
He catches the tram going to Milan,
he goes to the Three Tulips hotel,
he goes to a tavern to have something to eat,2
he sees a woman sitting in a corner.
 
A bit boldly and a bit phlegmatically,
he invites her to eat with him,
they spend a whole day together,
then he takes her home.
 
«Hey, brother, I have a treasure here:
she’s big and strong, she’s like a bull.»
«Hey, brother, I have a treasure here:
she’s big and strong, she’s like a bull.»
 
These two bozos arranged3
to get married on the same day,
and they invited
all the neighbourhood and all the relatives.4
 
Then, out of their great hunger, they ate
eighty kilos of salami5
forty hens, fifty capons,
seven pigs, and eight rams.
 
(and we’re not at the first course yet!)
 
Three pans of yellow rice,6
four canisters of hot lasagne,7
six baskets of grapes and pears
and four bins of black coffee.
 
(«I’m not feeling very well…»)
 
Then these two wretches drank
vats of wine all in one go.8
«Oh dear, I can’t even talk,
I’m just looking forward to going to bed to sleep.»9
 
And his brother too was looking forward
to going to sleep with his mistress,
but she was as fat as an ox
and she couldn’t fit through the doorway.
 
Until, pushing and pushing,
they managed to push her inside.
Until, pushing and pushing,
they managed to push her inside.
 
That big large woman began
to take off her bonnet, her cap and hairpin;
she takes off her bonnet swiftly,
well, she had a bald head.
 
Then, very quietly, she began
to take off all her ribbons,
and he was shouting «Come here, my brother;
seeing her in her nightgown, she looks like a camel.»
 
«She has very dull eyes,
she has a nose that attracts flies,
then she has a stomach that’s like a sunroof,10
you’d need bellows to fill it.»
 
«Her legs are like hams,
her toes grow peas,
furthermore, her foots are flat,
her skin is like that of a toad.»
 
«Well, I thought I was bringing home a big boat,
seeing her in her nightgown, she’s less than a helm.
Oh young folks, back off
if you feel like getting married.»
 
«Then listen to me, do this very thing:
look carefully at her when she’s in her nightgown.
Then listen to me, do this very thing:
look carefully at her when she’s in her nightgown.»
 
Stale bread, crisp bread,
I’m guessing it’s this one.
Stale bread, crisp bread,
I’m guessing it’s this one.11
 
  • 1. are canals in Milan, used for irrigation and navigation.
  • 2. A is an old-fashioned Milanese tavern (from the late 1800s, and most of the 1900s); they’re called like that because they used to sell wine from Trani (a town in Apulia), which was cheaper than the competition.
  • 3. tripée = tripod.
  • 4. The in Milan are gates of the city walls; they also name the neighbouring districts.
  • 5. 80kg ≈ 176 pounds.
  • 6. risotto giallo {yellow rice} is the traditional , cooked with saffron.
  • 7. is a traditional dish from Emilia Romagna, made with layers of pasta (each sheet of pasta is one lasagna) alternated with ragù {meat sauce} and béchamel sauce.
  • 8. brenta is big container for grapes or wine, to carry on your shoulders.
  • 9. cobià = to sleep; to pair; to mate; to make love.
  • 10. teccètt = foldable sunroof on a calash.
  • 11. This is a well-known conta, a sort of song used by kids to decide whose turn it is during a game:
    Pin pin cavalìn/uselìn
    sota i pè del taulìn
    pan pòss
    pan frèsch
    induìna che l'è pròpri quèst

    {Pin pin little horse/bird
    under the legs of the little table
    stale bread
    crisp bread
    I’m guessing it’s this very one}
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Opus 01

A little boy had found a kimono,
He'd known 10 techniques from the cinema,
With the screaming 'Ki-ya!', because of boy's kick,
Father's balls flowed down into his boots.
 

a Heart's roots

Versions: #2
How has it ended up here again
Good has changed to bad again
How good must one get
To stop striving for better
 
The same old lament
Full has has changed to empty again
I'm looking there, I'm looking here
For something that never disappeared
 
I got my mother's tongue
I got my father's land
As the leading star of my mind
I got sorrow to weigh it down
 
I want clouds above me
I want steady ground beneath me
I want roots in my chest
I want to free my mind
 
Can one buy happiness somewhere
Can it be hidden behind locks
And brought up from there
When one needs a comforter
 
I got my mother's love
I got my father's land
A burdensome longing
To add weight to my mind
 
I want clouds above me
I want steady ground beneath me
I want roots in my chest
I want to free my mind
 
Mother's love, father's land
Mother's lap, father's land
Mother's milk, father's land
Mother's tongue, father's land
Mother's instincs, father's land
Mother's worrying, father's land
As my mother's heritance, my fathers' land
 
I want clouds above me
I want steady ground beneath me
I want harmony in my soul
I want to settle the things in the past
 
I want the northern sky
I want granite beneath me
I want roots in my chest
I want to free my mind
Free my mind!
 

Ride

We write our story using bikes,
chasing after memory on very narrow streets,
uphill without a water bottle,
downhill with wind on our face.
Because it doesn’t matter where the bike takes you to:
it’s all a balance of periods and ratios,2
it’s all a matter of chains and crowns,3
of grease lubricating people’s lives.
Like in life,
there is a spinning wheel, a pushing wheel,4
and, with the current situation,5
if a wheel is punctured, you’re guaranteed to fall down;
a patch will fix it, a wound can be healed.
Don’t be afraid, or you’ll lose your focus,
you have to get the weighs and the centers of mass to coincide.6
The effort of a couple for a single moment:7
two forces come into play, one single movement.8
 
Ride – Pursue your story wherever it goes.
Ride – Stack up mile upon mile.
Ride – It’s you who wanted the bike.9
Ride – Faster.
Ride – Faster.
 
If it’s free, the pinion is chosen by the crown,
which, through a chain, affects the motion of the system:10
mechanical monarchy,
that swore eternal loyalty to the laws of physics,
statics, termodynamics,
almost democratic if, when it stops, you can go freewheeling,
or tyrannical, with a fixation on the sprint,
without brakes protecting you from the impact.
It’s the task of the pinion to make the revolution,11
to bring the movement to every direction,12
in a constant feat of acrobatics, it irradiates the energy
from the center towards the periphery.13
It’s just a matter of ratio between gears,
and everything runs smooth until you get discouraged,
for here you - out of breath - are the only engine,
the only one pushing uphill the baggage of your life.14
 
Ride – Pursue your story wherever it goes.
Ride – Stack up mile upon mile.
Ride – It’s you who wanted the bike.
Ride – Faster.
Ride – Faster.
 
You know well that history is cyclic,
just as patience is biblical15
and the worst rise is a descent that’s steep,
abrupt, riddled with hairpin turns, winding,
with your weight shifted forward, down the incline.
Like a controlled avalanche, you plunge down in a nosedive,
the landscape whooshes by, zooming in.
You look where you’re going, you go where you like,
you keep your eyes open and you know how you are, you do as you can.
The finish line comes when you’re least expecting it:
it’s a parking lot with bikes leaning on their kickstand,
bikes abandoned there, without a sparring partner,
ready to go again, if someone is going.
Ready to go far away, changing the relationships, taking it easy.16
Imagine that, once, a bike made a man cry:
they became friends, she asked for his forgiveness.17
 
Ride – Pursue your story wherever it goes.
Ride – Stack up mile upon mile.
Ride – It’s you who wanted the bike.
Ride – Faster.
Ride – Faster.
 
  • 1. This a metaphor about life, made by talking about bycicles.
  • 2. rapporto = (gear) ratio; relationship.
  • 3. corona = crown (headgear); toothed rim.
  • 4. La vita è una ruota che gira {life is a spinning wheel} = the wheel of fortune turns; life is a continuous change, with highs and lows.
  • 5. l’aria che tira {the pulling air; the blowing wind} = the current situation; the way things are (or are now).
  • 6. That is, it’s all a matter of choosing the right compromise.
  • 7. coppia = couple.
    coppia = (physics) the pair of opposing forces generating a torque.
    momento = moment.
    momento = (physics) torque (a force that causes a rotation).
  • 8. in gioco = into play.
    gioco = mechanical play (an inaccuracy in mechanical size, which causes two joined parts to be looser than intended; or, which avoids excessive friction between two parts).
  • 9. pedalare = to pedal.
    (saying) Hai voluto la bicicletta? Ora pedala! {You wanted a bike? Now you must ride!} = when you wish something and finally get it, you will also have to cope with whatever else comes with it, however unpleasant.
  • 10. In a mechanical transmission system with a chain and two gears, the smaller gear is called pignone {pinion}, the bigger one is called corona {crown}.
  • 11. rivoluzione {revolution} = rebellion; spinning movement.
  • 12. portare il movimento = to impart motion; to bring movement.
    movement = motion; political/artistic movement.
  • 13. centro = center; downtown.
    periferia {periphery} = outer section; suburbs.
  • 14. Literally 'pushing uphill the bandwagon, for your life', meaning that you are bogged down by something hard, heavyweight, yet necessary to carry on with your life.
  • 15. In Italian, patience is said to be biblical because of the biblical figure of , who endured unimaginable torments without ever blaming God for his misfortune.
  • 16. rapporto = relationship.
    rapporto = gear ratio.
    andarci piano {to go slow with it} = to take it easy.
  • 17. bicicletta {bicycle} is feminine in Italian.
    Here, the song uses the pronoun lei {she} which is usually not used for objects, as if to personify the bike.
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Right Now, Right Here

You told me about your plan for the future
It's hard to clean a very bad fart
I said, 'Wanna hang out, baby?'
You looked at me and said, 'That's not out of question'
It was shit until she said, 'Get lost with your shit'
You were smart a moment ago, boy, now you're fucking not
With a sad melody at the club with your gaze
And your sad little trumpet, you're tooting like a bitch
Why are you sad, little boy?
You say it's hard, but I don't think you've tried, little boy
One long bachelor party, a pure ass on fire1
Pippi hair2, a dollar for a kiss
It was dark before, now there's a sunroof
I think it could be a good day
Is this what you've done?
Don't hate those who love you more than you're mother
I said
 
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now (right now, right here)
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now
We could sit down right here, right now
 
It was dark before, now it's bling bling
If I can't have it all, I don't want any of it
All those defeats, the dream doesn't bring joy
They're looking for harmony, but that's another movie
I wrote, 'I want to live until I die'
She wrote, 'Fine, just write when you're leaving'
Susse Wold said, 'Boy, you're a cactus
So dry, I think you're right, Sus!
Thought of when she said, 'Sex!' and he said, 'Jackpot!'
You'd think you were Alejandro's son
So hyper, that hammer is kango
More than two pasty and fat bastards dancing tango
The night's mean if you search long enough
It'll never work and I know that
I was just trying to say something funny, but you didn't laugh
As though the dream's dead, leave it be for a moment
 
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now (right now, right here)
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now
We could sit down right here, right now
 
It was dark before, but now it's all sun
I'd forgotten that you were mon goll3
She calls and said, 'Bro, your phone's ringing'
I said, 'Don't call me bro, are you an idiot?'
The nonsense between us can't be translated
People say you have a good time, I feel bad about it
Can't fuck with that hate, you're feeling bad underneath
Like kicking a blind person, look at me!
This one hurts
She yelled, 'Betina's got herpes!'
Everything you said was pretty cool
It's a marathon, that's just how it was
But I'm ready to start over, baby, just come
Angels are dancing nimbly
If you're a sweet friend? I'd say so
 
Thank you for tonight, it was awesome
Time to go out and drink
 
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now (right now, right here)
Hey, I've been pondering who you are
You look like someone who's harboring a storm
We could sit down right here, right now
We could sit down right here, right now
 
  • 1. Having a lot of energy
  • 2. Pippi Longstocking
  • 3. Sounds like 'mongol,' which is an offensive way to refer to people with down syndrome, often used in the same way as calling someone a retard. Allegedly, this should mean something like 'My dear' in French, but I could not find anything to support this claim aside from Google Translate (French to Danish, doesn't work with French to English). If anyone can prove or disprove this, feel free to let me know.
Unless you have obtained my permission, please don't use my translations elsewhere without giving me credit.
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Grazia Deledda speech at her 1926 Nobel Prize awarding.

I was born in Sardinia.
My family, made up of wise people
but of brutes and rudimentary artists as well,
wielded some kind of authority and they owned a library too.
Bur right since I started to write and compose,
precisely at thirteen, my parents challenged me.
 
As stated by a philosopher: if your son puts some verses together,
make him improve and send him by the mountain path;
if you caught him red-handed in writing down some poetry for the second time, harangue him once again; if you caught him for the umpteenth time, just leave him alone because he's a poet.
Not flaunting it, I had such things happen to me too.
I had this irresistible mirage of the world,
and above all of the city of Rome.
 
And right in Rome, after the prime of my youth,
I built a place by myself wherein I could live in tranquility
with my life partner to listen to
the impassionate rants of my younger ones.
I had all a woman could actually ask for from
her fate, but the greatest thing above every kind of luck
was my faith in life and God.
 

Every tale is a game

Every tale is a game
That is done with time
And it's only half true
You can live it in its entirety
In one moment
It's a tale and it's not reality
 
Every tale is a game
That ends if you hear
Everyone lived happily and satisfied
Maybe it has always existed
Age doesn't matter
Because it's only half true
 
Every tale is a game
It's an invented story
And it's only half true
And it goes around the world
And who knows where it was born
It's a tale and it's not reality
 
Every tale is a game
If you stop and play
After a while let it go
You cannot find it
In any city
Because it's only half true!
Unknown universes
Light years to explore
Spaceships of the mind
Towards other realities!
 
Every tale is a game
That is done with time
And it's only half true
You can live it in its entirety
In one moment
It's a tale and it's not reality
 
Every tale is a game
If you stop and play
After a while let it go
You cannot find it
In any city
Because it's only half true!
 

Never fall in love after midnight

One too many drink, a gaze too deep
It's easy to get carried away quickly
The taxi came, it was not paid
We want tenderness
 
A stranger's house - I stand with you in front of the door
A hot kiss
Then suddenly I thought:
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Your heart doesn't see clearly
It just rocks to the music
And finds everything wonderful
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Because what the night promises
It forgets with ease the next morning
It's better if you don't fall in love
 
A year later, the same bar
And you come around
I have often thought about you
How will today go?
 
This time I ask quietly
'Come, let's go to my place.'
You say 'I think not
I've learned something from you!'
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Your heart doesn't see clearly
It just rocks to the music
And finds everything wonderful
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Because what the night promises
It forgets with ease the next morning
It's better if you don't fall in love
Hey ... hey ... hey
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Your heart doesn't see clearly
It just rocks to the music
And finds everything wonderful
 
Never fall in love after midnight
Because what the night promises
It forgets with ease the next morning
It's better if you don't fall in love
It forgets with ease the next morning
It's better if you don't fall in love
Hey ... hey ... hey ... hey
 
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Umbilical Cord

The dust of this ground
Holds my navel
Given by my mother
To be kept by Mother Earth
Eternally
 
The strongest bond
Is the umbilical cord
Knotted by God
Eternally
 
Don’t cut my roots
Don’t take me from my land
Don’t let my sap,
My life, dry up
It’s my land that I love
 
Tell my why
Why
You would deny me
My right
 
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Prevention

Watch out, open your eyes
If you don’t, you’ll catch it
And you’ll have no reason to complain
Because you’re asking for it, Miguilin
 
You chase the girls too much
Like a little dog Yesterday,
late in the afternoon
I saw you come out of Bilinha’s house
 
Take care
Stay out of those dark places
You go in with your chest outthrust
And leave with your back bent
 
Some advice from a friend
There’s a new sickness
And they say it can’t be cured
Open your eyes, Miguel
 
Some advice from a friend
Don’t let anyone bite you
Don’t let the sickness
Into your home
Into your home
 
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I'm crazy about you, Cabo Verde

I never saw such a place
A paradise like a painting
Our blue sea like a bridge
Crossed by fishermen and sailors
Brave, strong and full of fight
 
If the rain falls, the corn grows
The scenery is wonderful
Here in this tropical land
Of laborers and farm workers
Students and intellectuals
 
I’m crazy about you, Cabo Verde
And about you, too, my love
Leave me with my sun and arid mountains
My Creole and my blue sea
 
Land of morna and coladera
Batuque, cola-Sanjon and funana
Charming Creoles full of affection
Who enchant me with their beauty
 
Europe is lovely and America a world
But paradise is here, oh Creole
São Nicolau, Santiago, Sal, Boavista
Fogo, Brava, Maio, Santo Antão
And São Vicente that I love with all my heart
 
I’m crazy about you, Cabo Verde
And about you, too, my love
Leave me with my sun and arid mountains
My Creole and my blue sea
 
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Rainbow

He woke up
At dawn to hear thunder
A smiling face: the rain has come
And with it, hope for my land
 
José went
With his spade slung around his neck
We’re getting the seed ready
It’s time to sow
 
Young people, let’s go
And dig furrows
This time, we’ll plant pumpkin
To color our catchupa dishes
 
The rainbow catches the water
Don’t point at it
The rainbow catches the water
Don’t point at it
 
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A New Vision

So much the better
If that’s the way it is
I’ll still want it
I won’t waste time
 
If that’s the way it is
So much the better
I’ll look for a way
To find the time
 
If affection comes my way
Let it stay until my dawn
The sea will no longer weep for me
And sodade will no longer kill me
 
If there are more and more eyes
A new, surer vision will appear
Inspired by the trust
We had forgotten
 
From neighborhood to neighborhood
District to district
Hillside to hillside
It will wander
 
If affection comes my way
Let it stay until my dawn
The sea will no longer weep for me
And sodade will no longer kill me
 

From Mud to Chaos

I can get out of here to get organized
I can get out of here to disorganize
I can get out of here to get organized
I can get out of here to disorganize
 
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A robbed man is never wrong
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A robbed man is never wrong
 
The sun has burnt, has burnt, the river's mud
And I saw a fiddler crab slowly walking
I saw a tree crab going back and forth
I saw a crab walking south
It got out of the mangrove and became a rat
 
Hey Josué, I've never seen such disgrace
The more poverty there is, the more vulture threats too
 
I've got a hamper, I went to market
To steal tomatoes and onions
An old lady was passing by
And took my carrot away
Here old lady, let me keep the carrot
With an empty stomach I can't get to sleep
And what a fuller tummy I started thinking
That by getting organised I can disorganise
That by disorganising I can get organised
That by getting organised I can disorganise
That by disorganising I can get organised
 
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Saint Anthony

Oh, Saint Anthony
Guide us today
Light our way
To a better life
Bring peace to society
And harmony to our people
Understanding and unity
Will make us strong
 
Feel the energy of our people
With their joy and willpower
Who, in this New Year
Celebrate their tradition
We also ask you, Saint Anthony
To grant us life and health
With faith in God
We’ll return next year
 
We’re small but our hearts are big
To celebrate, we know each other
Even with nothing, we manage
Our wealth is our tradition
 
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Guitarist

If you were a guitarist
I would have serenaded you
But since you’re a fisherman
I’ll bring you a little blue sea
So you can lie down in peace
Covered in blue sky
With faith in God
And the hope
Of better days
 
The heart of the fisherman
Is buried
Deep in the sea
His troubled soul
Wanders over the world
In every direction
Please, guitarist
Play me a sad melody
So I can sing a prayer
That will bring back My fisherman
 
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Hamtaro Opening (Brazilian Portuguese)

Here comes Hamtaro!
Hamtaro!
When we're together, we succeed
We are crazy for seeds
My Ham-Ham
Let's help our friend Laura!
Hamtaro!
Adventure is our pleasure!
If she goes to school, come hangout at the club
But if she's doing bad, silence can help
Pay attention to the cat so that he doesn't make you his dinner
But if we stick together he'll get screwed
Hamtaro!
Panda, Aurélio e Tureko!
I'm your fan!
Soninho, Bijou, Fofucho!
My ham-ham!
Mauricinho, Chefe, Jingle!
Hataro!
Adventure is our pleasure!
I'm sorry, no I've got work to do!
Hamtaro!
Hantaro's going to help you out!
Hamtaro!
We came to cheer you up!
Hamtaro!
 

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