Hi, friends, with this post here I open the music section, with the promise that the update, as far as I can and time permitting.
In this case, begun in the text by Roberto Vecchioni, stretch from his latest album "The anger and stars" (Universal Music ) as we are at election time, this text, despite the lack of the video, it seemed too much a success.
E 'in Milanese dialect, but it seems quite understandable. If some bloggers do not comprendes where all notices because I attach a translation into Italian.
Have fun!
Mond Lader (world thief)
(R.Vecchioni-S. Pozzoli, R. Vecchioni))
Son whom, are there 's nothing that cunti
and that none come ghe on accident
the brains, the Lazzaron of parlament.
Son that whoever gh'hoo DUU coeugg de
matt and I am a inii ciappe rats
me borlen giò the hip ball and sentiment.
voraria I save that Host, that great son of
a beast on that nice means to me will be on the Alfa Romeo.
I may be the son of Mr Noh Riess terron
but to harass me and while on coion
Brusa CUU el bus ... and Marameo.
Mond Lader
loeuggia of that ugly on Mond Lader
that ugly bitch of a world lader
el sang indeperlù mè pader.
Mondo ladro pieno di padroni
di cattivi che son tutti buoni
di sbarbati senza più i maroni.
Mond lader, mond lader.
E gh'hoo duu fioeu che parlen minga
hinn domà bon de cicciarà de cicciara' al telefonin
la tosa con l'anèllo al naso
anca incoeu l'è tatuada
in bel bamborin
la mia mise la vosa in ca' la vosa che la par uno strasciee
el mè padron el comunista
a fin del mes el me da nò i danee.
Mond lader
mì 'l so nò se gh'hoo de fà mond lader
mì 'l soo nò se mond podiums ago lader
voraria save doe el
going tomorrow what will happen to me tomorrow
that I've got only shit in their hands.
Mond Lader, tomorrow. Yesterday
time running after the time I was running behind
were the years of fantasy
am here today to look at the sky
swallows in flight with his son and
minga bon de escape 'route.
Gh'è plus tosan ona those of the vault
davn DREE ona door to
Scighera and the poem was
denter and you see me tremble in the oeugg
ancamò the genoeugg
the first time you were mine.
Mond Lader
Mj voeuri Propp you well, and I am Mond Lader
coeur with those in man, Mond Lader
you would like to give more, but mond lader
bitch bitch son of a world lader
Staa minga bon de Vess lader
on what will happen to me tomorrow
that I've got only shit in their hands.
Mond Lader, tomorrow
lader Mond, Mond Lader
tomorrow, tomorrow.
(From the website: © www.vecchioni.it)
* The photos and cartoons are my entries, the site has nothing to do Vecchioni
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