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Translation
The Bar of Rage
When a judge points his finger towards a poor fella,
In his hand he holds other three fingers, pointing towards himself.
To me, pointing a finger in order to feel different costs more effort than move the entire universe.
I am a mountain... And if Mohammed does not come... Better... I am good on my own, the saying was wrong.
I am the cork's smell of the wine sent back (at the restaurant), I am the calluses on the knees of those who prayed a lot, but never received and.. it takes guts...ahi...
I am like the wind, I go wherever I want.. I go wherever I want but I am always here.
So toast to those who are like me, to the bar of rage
And the more I drink the more I am thirsty, these glasses must be full of sand
I am the stripping roll of the ring, falling from the finger of the bride, who afterwards picked it up and threw it on me. But I told her: better.. I am good on my own... Without wives and without cows and if I get rid also of your regions I am on the horse*... And if I feel like it, I even get rid of the horse. In any case, I go on wine, not horses.
I am the black hole left by the fallen tooth on the smile of the Fortune. The most unlucky thing that happened to me in life, it's life, that once you are born, you spin around.. You experience... Hang out.. But out of life, you won't get alive...Only one guy succeeded in that... But he had recommendations **... Me, I don't have any sponsor to push me from the back.. Better.. Given our times.
But if I will ever be born again I want yo reincarnate in myself, with the promise of having more sex and I pray the Holy spirit of the aged wine to have me sell flowers on the street, because I want to give a rose to all the women who refused to hook up with me, so to say, look, that I am not able to deliver a serenata!
And I toast, to those who are like me, to the bar of rage, or of Arabia
And the more I drink the more I am thirsty, these glasses must be full of sand.
But now that the night is approaching there's the sunset
I don't look back..
I look towards the wind.
Four kids built up a space shuttle with some garbage near the litter bins, down the wall where you cannot see beyond and there's a dark dark air.
Look, with what a zeal they make up the phantasy of such an adventure.
I bite my lips, I lullaby myself while my legs are shaking for fear. Then I stop and think, how beautiful it is this beautiful scam...
So toast to those who are like me, to the bar of rage
And the more I drink the more I am thirsty, these glasses must be full of sand
Mattia Morani✕
Mannarino: Top 3
| 1. | Me so 'mbriacato |
| 2. | Statte zitta |
| 3. | Arca di Noè |
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*The pun here involves two italian expressions: (i) mogli e buoi dei paesi tuoi ; (ii) andare a cavallo
The first suggests to pick up your wife and your cows from the same region where you are from. The second is used to say that everything is going for the best, in the sense that you found a horse to travel and do not need to go on foot
** have a recommendation in Italan refers implicitly to the practice of nepotism. Here the author refers to Jesus as the only one to come out of life alive
--To my friend Fredo--