Carmen Consoli - Volevo fare la rockstar versuri traducere în engleză

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I Wanted to Be a Rock Star

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The sun was hot in November
And we snacked in the yard
I remember the milk rolls
With olive oil, salt, and olives
And the always-scowling nuns,
The blue of our uniforms
We stood in line by pairs and we returned to class like a sheepfold
It was nice to sniff the textbook and drown your nose in the middle of it
It smelled like vanilla
I sure wasn't a genius and I had a little vice
I wrote with my left hand
The sun was hot in November
We had the windows open
The last hour of school seemed like a Catania to Trieste train1

And I wanted to be a rock star,
To defend Caino and face the boogeyman
I wanted to go to America
And make enormous bubbles with my strawberry gum

At the exit, I met up with my father
And we went to buy bread
My mom waited at home
And prepared us something to eat
There was a white cloth on the sidewalk
It covered a lifeless man
Up to his black shoes
How could the idea of sleeping in the midst of traffic and people
Even occur to that guy?
The mafia hit the heart
With method and precision
And I learnt to look the other way, to look elsewhere

Because I wanted to be a rock star
And the kitchen table was a perfect stage
I wanted to make music
To headbang, shouldering a real guitar

The Fratelli Italiani had such unthinkable violations in store
We, we were animals to the standard Lombrosians2
My grandfather's voice shook
If he spoke of certain things
A part of history must change
So we can return to hope
The Sundays in the countryside collecting olives,
The wooden steps and the galoshes
We children with our molten bridles
We were brigands escaping from the Redshirts
At my grandparents' house, we were assembled
Sitting at the dinner table with close elbows,
Our sulking great-great-grandparents on the wall
They seemed to escape from the paintings

And I wanted to be a rock star
My pocket lamp was a perfect microphone
I wanted to go to America,
To those cousins, children of a foreign land

In the years of massacres and red herrings,
Of the fatal steps of the Mercalli Intensity Scale3,
The Cold War and Pope John Paul II wounded among screams and rosaries,
We won the World Cup

Because I wanted to be a rock star
I wanted to go to America
I wanted to be a rock star

(Haiu i papuli nni rita)4

1. Two places that are very faraway from one another, so it implies that the last hour went by slowly.
2. Lombrosian Theory states that criminals can be identified just by the way they look. Given that Consoli grew up in Sicily, this section could be a commentary on domestic racism against Sicilians, also because the aforementioned Sicilian Mafia added a lot of taboo.
3. These lines reference the Anni di Piombo (Italian era of terrorism) and seismic activity, respectively
4. Don't know what this part is on about.

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