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Molto stanco

Luca Serio Bertolini
Lingue: Inglese, Italiano


Luca Serio Bertolini


I fought, my bullet scared and killed most of them,
my mother was a kind of a big stork,
my father a fighter bomber and that's
what i wannabe when i grow up...
Thats what i wanna be when i grow up

I fell in a cold dark night from the sky
My brothers taught me how to fight

Seint che bot, Dimondi Stof le dree a trer
E i crok e scapen via cme di gaat
Dimondi Stof al soraia e al còcia in dree
E i crok e scapen via...

I'm, not as tired as you are, I'm alright,
you pushed me up and down on mule tracks,
i swear, brothers, soon or later i will walk,
brother, soon or later i will fly,
true as the freedom in your eyes...
My mother taught me how to fly

"Il cannone Molto Stanco spara
23 colpi del suoi fieri colpi
dal Buco della Signora sul centro di Reggio
nell'Emilia, è l'inizio della Liberazione!"

I fell in a cold dark night from the sky,
my mother, my father, my brothers gave me life

"Farran! Ma sa's tirom a dree da fer cl'usvej ch'è?
Cl'e peis, al rosla mia e al tira in dree..."
"Man! This weapon is freedom, te sre' mia stof?"
"Se ma, al Bus dla Sgnora impiom i noster rag,
et vedre i crok che scapen via cme di gaat!!!"

I fell in a cold dark night from the sky,
my mother taught me how to fly, my father
taught me how to fight,
hese guys taught me how to win and we won



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