Filastrocca per Lei
Le piace ballare nella seraQuando nessuno può vedereLe piace la musica,Ma non le piace cantare
Le ho detto,“Canti per me, per favore,”Ma lei non ha ascoltato“Devi cantare per me, per favore”Ma lei non ha voluto
Le piace solo ballareMa non le piace quando chiedo Perché non le piace ricordare.
Per quando lei ricorda,Io ricordo anche,E non mi piace ricordareUna vita prima di noi.
English Translation: She likes to dance in the eveningWhen no one can seeShe likes music,But she doesn't like to sing.
I said to her,“Sing for me, please,”But she didn't listen“You have to sing for me, please”But she didn't want to
She only likes to dance.But she doesn't like it when I ask Because she does not like to remember. For when she remembers,I also remember,And I don't like to rememberA life before us. Published 02/18/2025
Le ho detto,“Canti per me, per favore,”Ma lei non ha ascoltato“Devi cantare per me, per favore”Ma lei non ha voluto
Le piace solo ballareMa non le piace quando chiedo Perché non le piace ricordare.
Per quando lei ricorda,Io ricordo anche,E non mi piace ricordareUna vita prima di noi.
English Translation: She likes to dance in the eveningWhen no one can seeShe likes music,But she doesn't like to sing.
I said to her,“Sing for me, please,”But she didn't listen“You have to sing for me, please”But she didn't want to
She only likes to dance.But she doesn't like it when I ask Because she does not like to remember. For when she remembers,I also remember,And I don't like to rememberA life before us. Published 02/18/2025
La Nostra Casa
Sono nato nella Vigna
Sotto il sole vecchio
Quando la terra era
Ancora grande e bella.
Ma ora, la luce e Dio
Sono Stanchi e tirchi
Gli uomini hanno fatto questo
Mentre gli davamo soldi.
Noi non abbiamo parlato quando
Il mare e il cielo ci ha chiesto ferma,
E non quando il cielo ha pianto
L'acqua grassa e nera.
Noi non avremo una casa
Il mare e il cielo non ci vorremo
E un giorno diremo,
"Dov'è la nostra casa?"
"Ah sì, è qui nel fuoco."
English Translation:
I was born In the VineyardUnder the old sunWhen the earth wasStill big and beautiful.
But now, The light and GodAre tired and stingyThe men did thisWhile we gave them money.
We didn't speak whenThe sea and the sky asked us to stop,And not when the sky criedThe fat and black water.
We won't have a homeThe sea and the sky won't want usAnd one day we'll say,"Where is our home?""Oh yes, it's here in the fire." Published 04/10/2025
But now, The light and GodAre tired and stingyThe men did thisWhile we gave them money.
We didn't speak whenThe sea and the sky asked us to stop,And not when the sky criedThe fat and black water.
We won't have a homeThe sea and the sky won't want usAnd one day we'll say,"Where is our home?""Oh yes, it's here in the fire." Published 04/10/2025