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Translation
The ballad of the man more
He was the bottom of the class
But nobody was mad with him
Each day something new
And he laughed about them all
Then life took him away
Without give him ever more than a little
He was satisfied of that
Until that bored him
He wanted to gather daisies
But there weren't already fields in blossom anymore
There was a race of many lives
That fell down in stark field
He didn't think, he laughed at that
Going on was a pleasure
He went in search of something
He didn't know but which he felt
He went in search of something
Which he had inside, called love
A mouth and two black eyes
Weren't enough for his thirst
For the light he wanted
They didn't shut him into the web
A music brought him
To where nothing disturbed him
With the drum roll which excited him
Until he did stop it.
A daisy caught him on his forehead
And a red flower bloomed for him
This was his reward of a life
Which reached freedom...
It is born a daisies' field
And with others he will remain
He won't have a name among many lives
He won't be the last but he'll be a man more...
Anna Lisa
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Peppino Gagliardi: Top 3
| 1. | Che vuole questa musica stasera |
| 2. | Un amore grande |
| 3. | T'amo e t'amerò |
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Non la trovo facile da tradurre. :'D