La ballata di via Tibaldi Lyrics – Virgilio Savona
Singer: Virgilio Savona
Title: La ballata di via Tibaldi
Erano in tanti venuti a Milano
E si erano accampati in vecchie catapecchie
Anche pagando la GESCAL
Ma un giorno seppero che in via Tibaldi
Coi contributi pagati da loro
Facevano una casa, ma solo per i ricchi
Di quelle con i tripli servizi
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Quando una voce nei ghetti operai
Disse: “Prendiamoci quello che è nostro”
La casa fu occupata in segno di protesta
Contro i padroni e la GESCAL
Chiusi lì dentro con donne e bambini
Dandosi aiuto alla meglio tra loro
Provvidero alla mensa dell’ambulatorio
Fintanto che scoppiò un pandemonio
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Furono presi da circa duemila
Baldi ragazzi della polizia
Minaccia di foglio di via
Si ritrovarono in mezzo alla strada
Con i più piccoli stretti sul petto
La pioggia quel mattino veniva giù a dirotto
Si seppe poi che un bimbo era morto
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Gli uomini che erano capo famiglia
Furono tutti portati in questura
Le donne ed i bambini di quei poveri cristi
Dovevano andare agli ospizi
E fu così che i compagni studenti
Li accolsero tutti ad Architettura
Ma per i poliziotti non era il luogo adatto
Di nuovo fu sferrato un assalto
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Donne, bambini, studenti e docenti
Trattati con riguardo coi gas e i manganelli
Di via Fatebenefratelli
Dopo due giorni tornarono ancora
E la battaglia fu ancora più dura
Braccati per le strade, stipati in cellulari
E poi, uno per uno, schedati
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Di quel bambino che era crepato
E all’obitorio tenuto in attesa
Data la notizia che il padre, guarda caso
Era un bandito, un evaso
Ma dalla stampa fu poi precisato
Che quell’evaso in fondo era buono
“Dai rossi sono stato incastrato”
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
Dopo si seppe la giusta versione
Si seppe che il messaggio fu scritto dalla mano
Di un prete o di un parrocchiano
E venne a galla che quel poveretto
Fu ricattato e a firmare costretto
Gli dissero: “Ti diamo la casa ed il condono
A patto che tu firmi e stai buono”
Evviva l’Italia! L’Italia dei santi
Dei grandi poeti e dei naviganti!
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La ballata di via Tibaldi – English Translation
There were many coming to Milan
And they had camped in old catapes
Even paying the Gescal
But one day they were although in via Tibaldi
With the contributions paid by them
They made a house, but only for the rich
Of those with triple services
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
When a voice in the workers’ ghettos
He said: “Let’s take what is ours”
The house was occupied as a sign of protest
Against the masters and the Gescal
Closed in there with women and children
Giving help to better
They equipped to the surgery canteen
As long as she burst out a pandemonium
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
They were taken from about two thousand
Baldi Police guys
Threat of via sheet
They found themselves in the middle of the road
With the little ones tight on the chest
The rain that morning came down to Dirotto
It then learned that a child had died
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
The men who were head of the family
They were all brought to the police station
The women and children of those poor Christs
They had to go to the hospices
And so it was that the student companions
They all welcomed them to architecture
But for the policemen it was not the right place
An assault was launched again
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
Women, children, students and teachers
Treated with regard to the gas and manganelli
Of via Fatebenefratelli
After two days they still returned
And the battle was even harder
Brazed on the streets, crammed into mobile phones
And then, one by one, card
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
Of that child who was crackled
And to the morgue held waiting
Given the news that the father, coincidentally
It was a bandit, an escaped
But from the press it was then specified
That that evasion basically was good
“From the reds I was stuck”
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
After you know the right version
It is known that the message was written by the hand
Of a priest or parishioner
And he came to the surface that that poor man
He was blackmailed and to sign forced
They said to him: “We give you the house and the amnesty
As long as you sign and you are good ”
Long live Italy! Italy of the saints
Great poets and sailors!
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Lyrics Virgilio Savona – La ballata di via Tibaldi
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