Primavera a Lesbo Lyrics – Marco Sonaglia
Singer: Marco Sonaglia
Title: Primavera a Lesbo
Piccola che in un’asola
Ci dormirebbe intera
Mia figlia mentre pisola
Sulla sua busta nera
Dove stasera si isola
Che non è ancora sera
Perché pure in quest’isola
Sembra sia primavera
Piccola era stamani
La bimba in ambulanza
Sfuggita ai talebani
E morta di ignoranza
«Morire sì, ma sani!»
Ordina l’ordinanza
«Lavatevi le mani!
Tenete la distanza!»
Con un colpo di scopa
In discreto segreto
Qui ci nascondi Europa
Che sei tutta un tappeto
Sopra a chi in mare crepa
Sopra a chi in terra ha il veto
E sopra mi si assiepa
Per qualche sottaceto
Piccola i quotidiani
Riporteranno l’ansa
Piccola, e per domani
Se nе dirà abbastanza
In fila, avanzi umani
Per il cibo che avanza!
«Lavatevi lе mani!
Tenete la distanza!»
Questo nembo di guerra
Tra gli ulivi e l’Olimpo
Questo lembo di terra
Di vivi e morti limbo
La madre ci sotterra
L’anima insieme e il bimbo
Il fratellino, sferra
Un grido senza timbro
Donna con figlio afghani
Non escono di stanza
Gli portano due pani
E la pietà in pietanza
Il vento dai Balcani
Macabramente danza
«Lavatevi le mani!
Tenete la distanza!»
Il vento, l’aria buona
Non porta sull’acropoli
La Pasqua non ridona
Né polline né propoli
Il virus che incorona
Di fil spinato i popoli
Imperi di eurozona
Golgota di tendopoli
Buoni samaritani
D’ogni cittadinanza
E cani e pretoriani
Mentre Barabba avanza
Tra saluti romani
E urla di intolleranza
Di noi, europei cristiani
Non datevi importanza!
Lavatevi le mani!
Teneteci a distanza!
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Primavera a Lesbo – English Translation
Small that in a Asola
Would sleep us whole
My daughter while Pisola
On his black envelope
Where tonight is isolated
Which is not yet evening
Because even on this island
It looks like both spring
Little was this morning
The child in ambulance
Escaped the Taliban
And died of ignorance
“Dying yes, but healthy!”
Order the ordinance
“Wash your hands!
Keep the distance! ”
With a broom
In discreet secret
Here you hide Europe
That you are all a carpet
Above those in the sea crack
Above those who on the ground have the veto
And above it is assigned to me
For some sottaceto
Small newspapers
They will report the ANSA
Small, and for tomorrow
If Nomen will say enough
In a row, humans
For the advance food!
“Wash your hands!
Keep the distance! ”
This nembo of war
Between olive trees and Olympus
This strip of earth
Of living and limbo deaths
The mother underlies us
The soul together and the baby
The little brother, lashes
A cry without stamp
Woman with Afghan son
They do not come out of the room
They bring him two loaves
And pity in dish
The wind from the Balkans
Macabremente dance
“Wash your hands!
Keep the distance! ”
The wind, the good air
Does not bring to the acropolis
Easter does not give back
Neither pollen nor propolis
The virus that crowns
The peoples of strain
Empires of Eurozone
Golgota of Tentopoli
Good Samaritans
Of any citizenship
And dogs and praetorians
While Barabba advances
Between Roman greetings
And screams of intolerance
Of us, Christian Europeans
Don’t give yourself importance!
Wash your hands!
Keep us away!
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Lyrics Marco Sonaglia – Primavera a Lesbo
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