"Duemila" lyrics
Manofresca & ALA.NI Lyrics
"Now, and now this means"
If I'm honest with myself
Though you know, not an easy task
I jumped into the water
Not a clue if it was right or wrong
People say I looked like a poser
Dressed up in my Sunday suit
And pouring lemon soup to people packed inside
A boat that has no guarantee
My enemy? I'm enemy?
"Succedeva sempre che a un certo punto uno alzava la testa... e la vedeva. È una cosa difficile da capire. Voglio dire... Ci stavamo in più di mille, su quella nave, tra ricconi in viaggio, e emigranti, e gente strana, e noi... Eppure c'era sempre uno, uno solo, uno che per primo... la vedeva"
[English translation:]
"It always happened that at some point one would raise his head... and see it. It is a difficult thing to understand. I mean... There were more than a thousand of us on that ship, between rich people traveling, and emigrants, and strange people, and us... Yet there was always one, only one, one who first... he saw it"
My enemy? I'm enemy?
"This clearly means"
And soon enough
Destiny called my bluff
All those lives behind, could I tell before I die?
Should I try to beg the Lord?
Or cast my soul into the sea?
Suffering, hungering, covering, numbering people, is this the promise land?
My enemy? I'm enemy?
If I'm honest with myself
Though you know, not an easy task
I jumped into the water
Not a clue if it was right or wrong
People say I looked like a poser
Dressed up in my Sunday suit
And pouring lemon soup to people packed inside
A boat that has no guarantee
My enemy? I'm enemy?
"Succedeva sempre che a un certo punto uno alzava la testa... e la vedeva. È una cosa difficile da capire. Voglio dire... Ci stavamo in più di mille, su quella nave, tra ricconi in viaggio, e emigranti, e gente strana, e noi... Eppure c'era sempre uno, uno solo, uno che per primo... la vedeva"
[English translation:]
"It always happened that at some point one would raise his head... and see it. It is a difficult thing to understand. I mean... There were more than a thousand of us on that ship, between rich people traveling, and emigrants, and strange people, and us... Yet there was always one, only one, one who first... he saw it"
My enemy? I'm enemy?
"This clearly means"
And soon enough
Destiny called my bluff
All those lives behind, could I tell before I die?
Should I try to beg the Lord?
Or cast my soul into the sea?
Suffering, hungering, covering, numbering people, is this the promise land?
My enemy? I'm enemy?
