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Custi Strai
02:27
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Custi strai iin desolà, e la gent l’è sarà an ca,
vardo la television, a pensu mach a la pension.
Quaiche d’un l’ha terurisà la nasional politica,
l’important l’è ‘l tornacont, politich ad profession.
Varda come ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit.
Varda ‘c at piju par al cü, tei mach an nùmer par la seu elession.
I dan la colpa a col divers, për al color ‘d la pel,
gni da pais dësgrassià, a mangiu sora coj sbaià.
Parlu mai ‘d la mafia, terorism dinta ël Pais,
tan-me ‘n cancher l’han cambià i furb ‘d la politica.
Varda come ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit.
Varda ch’ at piju par al cü, tei mach an numer par la seu elession.
Varda cume ti ‘g’an rangià, varda che ‘l pusè furb l’è drè a fè i soit.
Varda ch’at pijo par al cü, tei mach an numer par la seu elession.
ENG:
THESE ROADS
These roads are desolate and people are locked in their homes whatching TV, thinking only about retirement
Somebody terrorized them, national politics
What matters is profit, professional politicians
Look at the mess they got you into Look, the smartest are making money Look, they’re fooling you
You’re just a number for their election
They blame the different, for the colour of their skin
came from wretched countries, the wrong ones are making a profit They never talk about mafia, terrorism iside the Country
like a cancer they changed it, politics’ smart ones
Look at the mess they got you into Look, the smartest are making money Look, they’re fooling you
You’re just a number for their election
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2. |
Ausuma la Pinta
02:31
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Ausuma la pinta, alvoma la buta,
che podoma àncora cantè tuta la noit.
Soma mia rivai, l’è ancora mia ora,
se àncora i cantoma a l’è përchè soma mia mort.
O-o,O-o
Criia fort a la gent ch’a canta nen
O-o, O-o
L’è par nui e di j’aut amporta nen
Smorzè coi barachi, coi telefuniin,
la vita l’è ora l’è prest për ‘l matin.
Scausciè tuti i grani, la vos a la poda,
campeli an tun atim lontan beli da chi.
O-o…
Ausuma la pinta, alvoma la buta,
che podoma àncora cantè tuta la noit.
Soma mia rivai, l’è ancora mia ora,
se àncora i cantoma a l’è përchè soma mia mort.
ENG:
LET'S RAISE THE PINT
Let’s raise the pint, let’s raise the bottle,
we still can sing all night long
We’re not there yet, it’s not time yet,
if we’re still singing it’s because we’re not dead yet
Oh oh oh oh
Cry aloud to those who aren’t singing Oh oh oh oh
It’s for us, we don’t care about the others
Turn off that junk, those cell phones,
life is now, it’s too early for the morning (to be morning) Kick all your problems, (our) voice can throw them
far away in a flash
Oh oh oh oh
Cry aloud to those who aren’t singing Oh oh oh oh
It’s for us, we don’t care about the others
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3. |
Tomorrow
02:02
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Tomorrow I will quit smoking, they say it’s no good for me.
Tomorrow I’ll grow a beard, it makes me look so good.
Tomorrow I’ll take a shower, I’m starting to smell bad.
Tomorrow I’ll ask her out,I think she don’t hate me.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do!
Tomorrow I’ll do the laundry, there’s nothing left to wear.
Tomorrow I’ll read a book, to help improve myself.
Tomorrow I’ll get a kitten, and take lots of pics.
Tomorrow I’ll write a song, about some things to do.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do!
Tomorrow I’ll find a job, but that’s not up to me.
Tomorrow I will pick something, important to fight for,
And if it’s not a good one, I’ll find another soon.
Tomorrow I’ll write a note, of all those things to do.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! You’ll see what I’ll do!
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4. |
Quattro Piemontesi
02:42
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5. |
Please Don't Call Me
02:11
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Losers rambling down the street drunkards taking their last piss loonies talking to the trees
I don’t mind at all
Assholes fighting in a bar bitches driving big fast cars hobos sleeping in the park I don’t care at all
I just want to be alone, standing on my own
I just want to be alone, oh oh
I just want to be alone, sleeping on the floor Staring at an empty wall, please don’t call me now
Mothers shouting at their kids Maniacs looking for fresh meat stray dogs eating their own shit I don’t mind at all
Pushers dealing by the bridge young sluts giggling on the beach gamblers playing with slot machines I don’t care at all
I just want to be alone, standing on my own
I just want to be alone, oh oh
I just want to be alone, sleeping on the floor Staring at an empty wall, please don’t call me now
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Dinta al Bosc
03:13
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Al ghè ‘l sol ch’a tramonta dre la colina la, sun pin dla bansina ch’ am buta su j’ugiai,
j’eucc a divento pitti, a cambio tuti i color, la riva la neuit ,dinta al bòsch.
In già tüti drè a sonè e i rivi për ültim, am tuca fatighè për ampinimi tan me iauti,
E darè dai foc a sciari dij animai, ch’a bragiu përchè a vegna n’ auta primavera.
Se ‘t voi, costa seira, podra desi che ‘n quaicos ‘t senti.
Se ‘t voi, n’auta seira, feighi gnenti përchè peiu at penti.
Son diventà na volp, a lè cresumi ‘l pel, ascuti tüti i rumor ‘d la noch e a smea pien,
a sent di iaut odor, podi mia a stè drè, li steili a fan giurn, dinta ‘l bòsch.
Costa nocc l’è longa tamme na vida, la durarà fin al prim sol e la sarà fornida,
da tornè normal a vuria pa, mi son santimi sempi tamme ‘n animal.
Se ‘t vol, costa seira, poda desi che ‘n quaicos at senti.
Se ‘t voi, nauta seira, feighi gnenti përchè peui at penti.
Se ‘t voi, costa seira, poda desi che ‘n quaicos at senti.
Se ‘t voi, nauta seira, feighi gnenti parchè poi at penti.
ENG:
IN THE WOODS
The sun is setting behind the hill, I’m fully fueled, it makes me wear glasses
My eyes shrink and all colours change,
the night is falling in the woods
They’re already all playing, i get there last, I have to work hard to get filled as the others And behind the bonfires I can see the animals crying because another spring is coming
If you want, tonight maybe you’ll feel something
If you want, don’t do anything you may regret another night
I’ve become a fox, I’ve grown some fur, i listen to all the noises, the woods seem to be full I can smell different scents, I can’t do anything but follow them.
The stars are making daylight, in the woods
This night is long as a lifetime, it will last till sunrise and then it will be gone
I don’t want to go back to normal, I’ve always felt like i was an animal
If you want, tonight maybe you’ll feel something
If you want, don’t do anything you may regret another night
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7. |
Rolling Down to Old Maui
03:03
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8. |
Pifferi di Ivrea
02:26
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9. |
Dressed in Red
03:31
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She’s dressed in red when she goes to bed and she wakes up with her teddy bear
She tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines
She’s the number one, she’s up and above, she’s starring her own show
She’s never alone, she’s the queen of her world, she’s the best maid I’ve ever known
DRESSED IN RED, NEVER SAD, CHOCOLATE AND BREAD DRESSED IN RED, HARD TO FIND, ALWAYS ON MY MIND
She’s dressed in red when she runs on the floor and she opens and closes the kitchen’s door
she tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines
She’s the number one, she’s up and above, she’s starring her own show
She’s never alone, she’s the queen of her world, she’s the best maid I’ve ever known
DRESSED IN RED, NEVER SAD, CHOCOLATE AND BREAD DRESSED IN RED, HARD TO FIND, ALWAYS ON MY MIND
she’s dressed in red like a scented rose, milk & coffee on her nose she tells no lies, she has no ties, she’s a little star that shines
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10. |
Beltrando
02:07
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11. |
Disu che Sun Fora
03:03
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Disu che i sun fora e perdi temp dre a sonè
Coj ch’a tegniu al sò lavor e i van sensa lamentè
Tuci coj ca l’han përdù adess i son mess a la strà
Diso ca tei fòra, pèrs ai margin ‘d la società.
Testa! Ausa la testa!
Ti vardi i scarpi, e tornè andrè ‘s podrà pa pi.
Se at torni viv as poda dis tei fortunà
Da ‘n lavur ch’at trovi solament për una mesa giornà
A quajdun convegna ch’a la sia na guèra da disprà
E con sti ultim punk a farà i cunti la neuva società.
Testa! Ausa la testa!
Ti vardi i scarpi, e tornè andrè ‘s podrà pa pi.
ENG:
THEY SAY I'M OUT OF MY MIND
They say I’m out of my mind and I waste my time playing
Those who care about their job and go to work without complaining All those who lost it (the job) and now they’re out on the street They say you’re out of your mind, lost on the fringes of society
Head, raise your head you’re looking at your shoes And there’s no way back
If you can come back alive you can say you’re lucky
From a job that lasts only up to half a day
It benefits someone that this is a war between desperate people And the new society will have to face these new punks
Head, raise your head you’re looking at your shoes And there’s no way back
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12. |
Junk Food
02:25
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Junk food, in a bad mood
Milkshake and cream, I drink that shit
Junk food so good, in my neighborhood
Fuckin’ onion rings, I eat that shit
Take away, take away take away
Junk food so good, at the fast food
Zero light cola drink, I drink that shit
Junk food so good, a taste of wood
Fuckin’ fried chips, I eat that shit
Take away, take away take away
Junk food so good, under my foot
Stomach ache, big disgrace, nasty bubbles on my face
Junk food so good, vomit on my shoes
Im sick, I’m fat, I can’t leave my fuckin’ bed
Take away, take away take away
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13. |
Just Another Song
02:41
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There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
When you go away
Only take a ride on the other side
Just another song to play
There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
When you stay away
Jumping in your car, driving to a bar
Just another song to play
Feeling in a world apart
Life’s only a big big fart
There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
Just another song to play
There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
When you walk away
Looking at the shore, waiting for some more
Just another song to play
There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
When you sail away
Walking on the beach, eating one more peach
Just another song to play
Feeling in a world apart
Life’s only a big big fart
There’s nothing left to do, there’s nothing left to say
Just another song to play
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14. |
Auld Lang Syne
02:15
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