Aqualung

Jethro Tull

Originale

La versione in romanesco da Rockstar Coatte

AQUALUNG Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intents. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung. Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Oh, Aqualung. Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the Army's up the road salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung, my friend don't you start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze when the ice that clings on to your beard was screaming agony? And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the Army's up the road salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Aqualung, my friend don't you start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh Aqualung. Oh, Aqualung.

AO' AQUALUNG Seduto ar parco su'na panchina guarda e pischelle co brutte intenzioni mentre je cola er naso e se imbratta i vestiti co'le dita zozze aò Aqualung! Se asciuga ar sole freddo e guarda core le mutandine di pizzo, aò Aqualung! Se sente der tutto inutile mentre sputa la sua sfiga a pezzi aò Aqualung! Er freddo dardeggia il sole, un vecchio vaga da solo passando er tempo nell'unico modo che sa fà a gamba je fa un male cane mentre se china pe' raccoje na cicca va giù ar cesso e si scarda un piede Se sente solo, la Caritas sta in fonno alla strada Zuccherosa carità alla moda e'na tazza di tè. Aqualung, amico mio, non scappà via agitato ehi, povero cristo, o vedi? sò solo io! Te ricordi ancora a nebbia gelata di dicembre quanno a barba tua ghiacciata gridava agonia? E cerchi de afferrà i tuoi urtimi rantoli che sembrano gorgogli de'n sommozzatore e li fiori sboccieno come follia n'a primavera