the will of Titus
Non avrai altro Dio, all'infuori di me,
spesso mi ha fatto pensare:
genti diverse, venute dall'est
dicevan che in fondo era uguale.
Credevano a un altro diverso da te,
e non mi hanno fatto del male.
Credevano a un altro diverso da te
e non mi hanno fatto del male.
Non nominare il nome di Dio,
non nominarlo invano.
With a knife in the side
cried my pain and his name
but maybe he was tired, maybe too busy
and did not listen to my pain.
But maybe he was tired, maybe too far
really, I named him in vain.
Honor your father, mother
Honor and also honors their staff;
kiss the hand that broke your nose
because you asked a mouthful.
when my father stopped the heart
I have not felt pain.
When my father stopped the heart
I have not felt pain.
Remember to keep holy the festivals.
easy for us to enter the temples that thieves
rigurgitan
psalms of slaves and their masters without being tied
agli altari
sgozzati come animali.
Senza finire legati agli altari
sgozzati come animali.
Il quinto dice "non devi rubare"
e forse io l'ho rispettato
vuotando in silenzio, le tasche già gonfie
di quelli che avevan rubato.
Ma io, senza legge, rubai in nome mio,
quegli altri, nel nome di Dio.
Ma io, senza legge, rubai in nome mio,
quegli altri, nel nome di Dio.
Non commettere atti che non siano puri
cioè non disperdere il seme.
Feconda una donna ogni volta che l'ami, così sarai uomo di fede:
poi la voglia svanisce ed il figlio rimane
e tanti ne uccide la fame.
Io, forse, ho confuso il piacere and love,
but I did not create pain. The seventh
says "thou shalt not kill" if
want to be worthy of heaven.
look at it today, this law of God,
nailed three times in the wood.
look at the end of that Nazarene,
and a thief does not die less.
Look at the end of that Nazarene,
and a thief does not die less.
not bear false witness, and help them kill a man.
knows by heart the divine right
always forget and forgive. I
perjury on God and on my honor
and no, they felt no pain. I
perjury on God and on my honor
and no, they felt no pain.
not covet the things of others, not wanting
the bride.
Tell that to those, who ask the few
a woman and something
in the beds of others, already hot love
I have not felt pain.
Envy of yesterday is not over yet:
tonight I envy you your life.
But now comes the evening and at night I
takes away the pain from the eyes and the sun slips beyond the dunes
raping other nights:
I seeing this man who dies,
mother, I feel pain .
piety that does not give in to bitterness,
mother, I learned to love.
(Fabrizio de Andrè - from the album "The good news " of 1970)
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