"Volare" (Nel Blue Dipinto di Blue) Domenico Modugno Sanremo 1958
"Do you remember Lella?" 1971 Edoardo De Angelis Cantagiro
(This song is repurposed to reflect on the feminicide that continues to blood Italy)
"Che sara' " (My Country) Jimmy Fontana Sanremo 1971
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Volare
I think, that dream does not come back ever again.
I painted my face and hands blue.
Then suddenly I was being kidnapped by the wind.
And I began to fly in the endless sky.
Flying, oh, oh!
Singing, oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue painted blue.
Happy to be up there.
And I flew, I flew happily to the heights of the sun.
As the world slowly disappeared out there,
A soft music was playing just for me.
Flying, oh, oh!
Singing, oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue painted blue.
Happy to be up there.
In the blue painted blue.
Happy to be up there.https://lyricstranslate.com/en/volare-fly.html
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Lella
Do you remember Lella, the rich one?
Proietti's wife, the loanee?
The one who has the alTritone store.
Do you remember? I showed it to you.
Four years ago, and you didn't want to believe
That I was with her.
Do you remember when she disappeared?
And that people, and that the police
She was believed to have left
With someone with more money than her husband...
[Chorus]
And I want to tell you, I did it!
And I've been keeping this secret for four years.
I want to tell you, but don't let him know...
Don't tell anyone, you feel it for you!
She liked to go to the sea when it's winter,
Making love in the cold that it did,
But the socks didn't take them off.
In la Fiumara, where the bar is,
Between the nets and the abandoned boats,
With the gray sky to make us up from the roof.
One morning, which was the last of the year,
He tells me, with an indifferent face,
"I get fed up, we don't do anything about it.
And pull me up the flash of the dress..."
[Chorus]
And I want to tell you, I did it!
And I've been keeping this secret for four years.
I want to tell you, but don't let him know...
Don't tell anyone, you feel it for you!you!
You won't believe it, I haven't seen it.
I took it around my neck, and I didn't stop,
That when she went ashore breathlessly,
From heaven, from a gash the sun came out,
And I buried it with these hands,
Be careful not to get my dress dirty.
I left without looking back,
I have no regrets, and now I'm going back.
But i don't think about who's down there,
I'm just going back to look at the sea!
[Chorus]
And I want to tell you, I did it!
And I've been keeping this secret for four years.
I want to tell you, but don't let him know...
Don't tell anyone, you feel it for you!
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What Will Be
Town of mine set on the hill
spread out like a sleeping old man,
ennui, abandonment, emptiness
are your ailments,
town of mine, I’m leaving you, I’m going away.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I know how to do everything or perhaps nothing, by tomorrow it will be seen
and will be, will be what will be.
My friends are almost all away
and the others will be leaving after me.
What a shame because I was comfortable, yes,
in their company
but everything has an end, everything goes away.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I’m taking with me my guitar
and, if at night I’ll find myself crying,
I’ll play a town singsong.1
My love, I kiss you on the mouth
which was the source of my first love.
I’m making an appointment with you, how and when I don’t know
but I only know that I’ll be back.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I’m taking with me my guitar
and, if at night I’ll find myself crying,
I’ll play a town singsong.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I’m taking with me my guitar
and, if at night I’ll find myself crying,
I’ll play a town singsong.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I know how to do everything or perhaps nothing, by tomorrow it will be seen
and will be, will be what will be.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I’m taking with me my guitar
and, if at night I’ll find myself crying,
I’ll play a town singsong.
What will be, what will be, what will be,
what will be of my life, who knows?
I’m taking with me my guitar
and, if at night I’ll find myself crying...
1.”Nenia” is also a lullaby or a dirge but what is intended here is a monotonous and sad song that would be often sung in that particular town. Here is a typical example from my own home town: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BlrvLhdPrA4https://lyricstranslate.com/en/che-sar%C3%A0-what-will-be.html
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