Little Lili is sitting on the top of the tower
Waiting for the sunset and for some fresh air
But the sunset is dirty and the fresh air is none
You know that kind of lazy afternoon.
Little Lili is only twelve years old
She knows about love but she is too young for romance
What seemed to be a game is now a dirty crime
Pity he is in jail for such a long time.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Little Mamahu under an African sun
She just became a woman and the pain has begun
Four fat ladies hold her down really tight
While the witch doctress is performing her rite.
Little Mamahu is only twelve years old
She knows about love but she is too sore for romance
She cries for religion or what else is it
While they're cutting off her tiny little bit.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Yes...
Little Ming lying under cold black earth
She never even learnt the facts of life and birth
A big steel rocket has torn through her thighs
And no man was there to hear her cries.
Little Ming is only twelve years old
She knew about love but she is too dead for romance
What seemed to be a crime is just a dirty game
And no one cares about it, and no one takes the blame.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny sweety peach
Yeah!
tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny little peach
Yeah!
Would you teach her
Would you reach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny little peach
Yeah!
Would you teach her
Would you reach her
Yeah!
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny tiny little peach
Yeah! Sure...
Waiting for the sunset and for some fresh air
But the sunset is dirty and the fresh air is none
You know that kind of lazy afternoon.
Little Lili is only twelve years old
She knows about love but she is too young for romance
What seemed to be a game is now a dirty crime
Pity he is in jail for such a long time.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Little Mamahu under an African sun
She just became a woman and the pain has begun
Four fat ladies hold her down really tight
While the witch doctress is performing her rite.
Little Mamahu is only twelve years old
She knows about love but she is too sore for romance
She cries for religion or what else is it
While they're cutting off her tiny little bit.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny little peach
Yes...
Little Ming lying under cold black earth
She never even learnt the facts of life and birth
A big steel rocket has torn through her thighs
And no man was there to hear her cries.
Little Ming is only twelve years old
She knew about love but she is too dead for romance
What seemed to be a crime is just a dirty game
And no one cares about it, and no one takes the blame.
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach.
Her tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny sweety peach
Yeah!
tiny sweety peach
Would you reach her
Would you teach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny little peach
Yeah!
Would you teach her
Would you reach her
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny little peach
Yeah!
Would you teach her
Would you reach her
Yeah!
Would you touch her
Would you kiss her tiny peach
Her tiny tiny little peach
Yeah! Sure...
inviata da Bartleby - 10/5/2012 - 13:52
Lingua: Francese
Versione francese dall’album “La Carmencita” del 1980.
PETITE LILI
Petite Lili toute seule tout en haut de la tour
Attend le crépuscule ainsi qu'un peu de fraîcheur
Mais le crépuscule est complètement suffoquant
Charmant après-midi d'été, vraiment charmant.
Petite Lili vient justement d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaît l'amour, mais elle est trop jeune pour l'instant
On en parlerait dans tous les sacrés journaux
Rien n'a changé depuis Juliette et Roméo
Petite Fille...
La petite Mamahu sous un soleil africain
Vient de devenir une femme et ne se sent pas très bien
Quatre grand-mères la tiennent solidement
Pendant que le sorcier s'avance d'un air menaçant.
La petite Mamahu vient juste d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaît l'amour, mais elle a trop mal pour l'instant
Elle pleure pour la religion de ses ancêtres
Pendant qu'on lui arrache son petit bout de raison d'être
Petite Fille...
La petite Ming couchée sous la froide terre
N'a jamais vraiment su ce que vivre veut dire
Un gros morceau d'acier l'a complètement déchirée
Et pas un homme n'était là pour l'entendre crier.
La petite Ming venait tout juste d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaissait l'amour mais elle est trop morte pour l'instant
On en parle un petit peu dans les sacrés journaux
Puis on parle d'autre chose, on va danser disco
Petite Fille...
Petite Lili toute seule tout en haut de la tour
Attend le crépuscule ainsi qu'un peu de fraîcheur
Mais le crépuscule est complètement suffoquant
Charmant après-midi d'été, vraiment charmant.
Petite Lili vient justement d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaît l'amour, mais elle est trop jeune pour l'instant
On en parlerait dans tous les sacrés journaux
Rien n'a changé depuis Juliette et Roméo
Petite Fille...
La petite Mamahu sous un soleil africain
Vient de devenir une femme et ne se sent pas très bien
Quatre grand-mères la tiennent solidement
Pendant que le sorcier s'avance d'un air menaçant.
La petite Mamahu vient juste d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaît l'amour, mais elle a trop mal pour l'instant
Elle pleure pour la religion de ses ancêtres
Pendant qu'on lui arrache son petit bout de raison d'être
Petite Fille...
La petite Ming couchée sous la froide terre
N'a jamais vraiment su ce que vivre veut dire
Un gros morceau d'acier l'a complètement déchirée
Et pas un homme n'était là pour l'entendre crier.
La petite Ming venait tout juste d'avoir douze ans
Elle connaissait l'amour mais elle est trop morte pour l'instant
On en parle un petit peu dans les sacrés journaux
Puis on parle d'autre chose, on va danser disco
Petite Fille...
inviata da Bartleby - 10/5/2012 - 13:56
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Nell’album “Blanat” del 1978
Parole di Nino Ferrer e Miriam Cutler
Musica di Nino Ferrer
Una terribile canzone contro la violenza sulle donne, sulle bambine: lo stupro, l’escissione, la guerra…