Lyrics for “Tu scendi dalle stelle” can be found on Google.
Here’s more on winter & Christmas in Italy:
Lyrics for “Tu scendi dalle stelle” can be found on Google.
Here’s more on winter & Christmas in Italy:
Another classic from Lucio Battisti.
ritornello      refrain
Balla Linda balla come sai      Dance, Linda, dance as you know how
Balla Linda, non fermarti      Dance, Linda, don’t stop
Balla Linda, balla come sai      Dance, Linda, dance as you know how
Occhi azzurri belli come i suoi      Blue eyes like hers
Linda forse non li hai      Linda maybe you don’t have
Ridi sempre, non parli mai d’amore      You always laugh, you never speak of love
Pero’ non sai mentire mai.      But you never know how to lie
Mh Mh      Hmm hmm
Bella sempre, dolce come lei      Always beautiful, sweet as she
Linda forse tu non sei      Linda perhaps you aren’t
Tu non dici che resti insieme a me      You never say you’ll stay with me
Per non mi abbandoni mai      But you never abandon me
Tu non mi lasci mai      You never leave me
Ti cerco e tu, e tu ci sei      I look for you, and there you are
Ti cerco e tu mi dai quel che puoi      I look for you, and you give me what you can
Non fai come lei, no non fai come lei      You don’t do like her, no you don’t do like her
Tu non prendi tutto quello che vuoi.      You don’t take everything you can.
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Certain MomentsPierangelo Bertoli, 1980 A song in favor of a woman’s right to choose, from a time when either choice to be made for an unwanted pregnancy resulted in social stigma. Unfortunately, the song is relevant still today. For the moment (2008), abortion is legal in Italy, but the political right wing and the Catholic church are doing what they can to make obtaining an abortion – or even birth control – more difficult. Teenage pregnancy has not been a big phenomenon in Italy to date, but at this rate… A year or two ago we went out to dinner at Taverna ai Poggi, a restaurant near our home in Lecco. The only table left was in the basement, alongside a large (pre-arranged) banquet of some sort. We were a merry little bunch, and the restaurant staff kept apologetically asking us to quiet down so we wouldn’t disturb the other group. Perforce, we listened to them, and were astonished to hear a long recital of vitriolic anti-abortion poetry. Had I had my wits about me, I should have replied with this song. |
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Anna che hai scavalcato le montagnee hai preso a pugni le tue tradizioni lo so che non é facile il tuo giorno ma il tuo pensiero é fatto di ragioni i padri han biasimato la tua azione la chiesa ti ha bollato d’eresia i cambiamento impone la reazione e adesso sei il nemico e cosi’ sia ritornello: Credo che in certi momenti il cervello non sa piu’ pensare e corre in rifugi da pazzi e non vuole tornare poi cado coi piedi per terra e scoppiano folgore e tuono non credo alla vita pacifica non credo al perdono Adesso quando i medici di turno rifiuteranno di esserti d’aiuto perchÉ venne un polacco ad insegnargli che é piu’ cristiano imporsi col rifiuto pretenderanno che tu torni indietro e ti costringeranno a partorire per poi chiamarlo figlio della colpa e tu una Maddalena da pentire. (ritornello) Volevo dedicarti quattro righe, per quanto puo’ valere una canzone credo che tu abbia fatto qualche cosa anche se questa é solo un’opinione che lascerai il tuo segno nella vita e i poveri bigotti reazionari dovranno fare senza peccatrici saranno senza scopi umanitari (ritornello x2) |
Anna, [you] who have climbed the mountainsand have beaten up your traditions
I know your day isn’t easy but your thought is made up of [correct] reasons The fathers have censured your action the church has declared you a heretic change requires reaction and now you’re the enemy, and so be it. refrain: I believe that in certain moments the brain doesn’t know how to think anymore and runs into crazy refuges and doesn’t want to return then I fall with my feet on the ground and lightning and thunder explode I don’t believe in the peaceful life, I don’t believe in pardon. Now that the doctors on duty will refuse to help you because a Polack* came to teach them that it is more Christian to impose oneself by refusal They will expect that you turn back and they will force you to give birth to then call him “child of shame” and you a Magdalene to repent. (refrain) I wanted to dedicate four lines to you, for whatever a song may be worth I believe you have done something, although this is only an opinion, that will leave your sign in life and the poor reactionary bigots will have to do without [female] sinners they will be without humanitarian aims. |
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* Polacco in Italian is not a pejorative term. It merely connotes a male citizen of Poland, in this specific case, Karol Wojtyla, aka the late Pope John Paul II. However, I think the context justifies using the pejorative English term rather than the neutral (and potentially confusing, in spite of capitalization) “Pole”. | |||
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