Días extraños
In nineteen fortyfive I came to this planet
Escuchaba ayer mismo un cantante
Uno de tantos
Y hallé mis hojos llenos de estupor
I've seen many things in this
Part of the world al oír: "el cielo azul se
Muestra espléndido y real"
Let me tell you something
(el cielo casi siempre tiene
Algo de infernal)
Días extraños vivimos días extraños
Cantaba: Life can be short or long
Oigo sonidos de swing que
Me llegan del Neolítico it depends
Del Holoceno where you go at night
Oigo notas de un violín
Alone and walking alone through
The grey Sunday streets
Y me circundan el alba looking for someone
Y la mañana the place was clean well lit
¿Quien sabe como era entonces
I went in and I said (I suppose I said)
El Río del Amazonas whisky please
Y Alejandría la grande
The place was clean well lit
Y los rezos y el amor?
Two men in a corner were waiting
¿y como sería el color?
I saw it from their hands
You look at the hands not at the face
If you want to stay out of trouble
Me lamían sonidos que cubrían la rabia
Y venganza de los hombres con mazas
También batallas matanzas de
Los hombres civiles looking for someone
El Hombre Neozoico where you go at night
De la Era Cuaternaria
Strange days I lived through strange days
En la voz de un cantante se refleja el sol
Cada amada cada amante
Días extraños vivimos días extraños
Strange days I lived through strange days
I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline the whisky flowed
Sending me into the past
Action roll the cameras
Here comes a lightning tour of my life
The two in the corner didn't say a word
[Testo di "Strani giorni"]
[Strofa 1: Franco Battiato & Nicola Walker Smith]
In nineteen fortyfive I came to this planet
Ascoltavo ieri sera un cantante, uno dei tanti
E avevo gli occhi gonfi di stupore
I've seen many things in this part of the world
Nel sentire: "Il cielo azzurro appare limpido e regale"
Let me tell you something
Il cielo a volte, invece, ha qualche cosa d'infernale
[Ritornello 1: Franco Battiato]
Strani giorni
Viviamo strani giorni
[Strofa 2: Franco Battiato & Nicola Walker Smith, entrambi]
Cantava:
Life can be short or long
Sento un rumore di swing provenire dal Neolitico
It depends
Dall'Olocene
Where you go at night
Sento il suono di un violino
Alone and walking alone through the grey Sunday streets
E mi circondano l'alba
Looking for someone
E il mattino
The place was clean, well lit
Chissà com'erano allora
I went in and I said (I suppose I said)
Il Rio delle Amazzoni
Whisky please
Ed Alessandria la grande
The place was clean well lit
E le preghiere e l'amore?
Two men in a corner were waiting
Chissà com'era il colore?
I saw it from their hands
You look at the hands
Not at the face
If you want to stay out of trouble
Mi lambivano suoni che coprirono rabbie e vendette
Di uomini con clave
Ma anche battaglie e massacri di uomini civili
Looking for someone
L'Uomo Neozoico
Where you go at night
Dell'Era Quaternaria
[Ritornello 2: Franco Battiato & Nicola Walker Smith]
Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni
Strange days I lived through strange days
[Bridge: Franco Battiato]
Nella voce di un cantante
Si rispecchia il sole
Ogni amata ogni amante
[Ritornello 1: Franco Battiato]
Strani giorni
Viviamo strani giorni
[Post-Ritornello 1: Franco Battiato, con Nicola Walker Smith]
I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline
The whisky flowed
Sending me into the past
Action roll the cameras
Here comes a lighting tour of my life
The two in the corner didn't say a word
