This is the video, with a translation, of one of my favourite songs, “Buonanotte all’Italia”
by Luciano Ligabue. It is a tribute to Italy, saying that despite all the things
are still wrong there, it is, and always will be, the most beautiful country in
world.
“Good night to Italy”
From a song to another
From toll-gates to stations
We made a day
That still had to be made
The moon took us
And put us to sleep
Or to circle our mouth
To be amazed and to smoke
From toll-gates to stations
We made a day
That still had to be made
The moon took us
And put us to sleep
Or to circle our mouth
To be amazed and to smoke
Chorus:
As if the angels were there
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
Goodnight to Italy, she needs to get some rest
After all, there's a great amount of sea watching over her
There is some faded moss in this nativity
That never gets changed, nor taken down
And mosquitos-vampires that suck her there
And pump such a great blood right in their stomach
After all, there's a great amount of sea watching over her
There is some faded moss in this nativity
That never gets changed, nor taken down
And mosquitos-vampires that suck her there
And pump such a great blood right in their stomach
Goodnight to Italy, that you either make her or die (famous statement by Garibaldi, meaning that
they either had to unify the Italian state or they would never make it in any
other way)
Or you spend the night wanting to buy it
Or you spend the night wanting to buy it
Chorus:
As if the angels were there
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
As if the devils were to say
That no, it is nothing but a fairy tale
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
As if the devils were to say
That no, it is nothing but a fairy tale
Goodnight to Italy, that has too much to do
All the history books won't let her sleep
Lying on the world, under a private sky
Between St. Peters and Virgin Marys
Between progress and sin
Between a future that is coming, but seems in apnoea
And yesterday's scars that won't fade away
From caress to caress
From certainty to amazement
All this beauty without a navigator
All the history books won't let her sleep
Lying on the world, under a private sky
Between St. Peters and Virgin Marys
Between progress and sin
Between a future that is coming, but seems in apnoea
And yesterday's scars that won't fade away
From caress to caress
From certainty to amazement
All this beauty without a navigator
Chorus:
As if the angels were there
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
As if the devils were to say
That no, it is nothing but a fairy tale
Saying that, yeah
Everything is possible
As if the devils were to say
That no, it is nothing but a fairy tale
Goodnight to Italy, that has scars in her heart
And drips plugged in by who holds all the power
And looks distractedly at her, as if she were a wife
Or a game in the attic that is not appealing anymore
But a star always shines without any question
It forces you to see everything that is there
Goodnight to Italy, that you either make her or die
Or you spend the night wanting to do her
And drips plugged in by who holds all the power
And looks distractedly at her, as if she were a wife
Or a game in the attic that is not appealing anymore
But a star always shines without any question
It forces you to see everything that is there
Goodnight to Italy, that you either make her or die
Or you spend the night wanting to do her
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