Giulia domani si sposa - Artu, A. Mannarino

Sei quella che appannava i vetri della macchina

Fuori pioveva, e tu volevi andare in Africa

Sei quella che ha rubato i soldi all’elemosina

Per quattro birre ed una festa lacrimogena

E ti piaceva il fritto misto con i Big Bambù

Ed io gridavo: «Amore mio, non ce la faccio più»

E poi, la notte, per la strada, non finiva mai

Quant’eri bella, bella, bella, e adesso dove vai?

Giulia, Giulia, domani si sposa

Giulia, Giulia, mi sembra una scusa

Sei quella che cambiava il mondo con i suoi muri

E poi, lottava sopra un letto con i gladiatori

Sei quella che gridava ad un concerto a Modena

E mi diceva: «Molla tutto per la musica»

E adesso sposi un impiegato, e te ne vai in pensione

E mi hai lasciato solo a fare la rivoluzione

E questa notte, per la strada, non finisce mai

E tu sei bella, bella, bella, e non lo saprai mai

Giulia, Giulia, domani si sposa

Giulia, Giulia, mi sembra una scusa

You're the one who fogged the car windows

It was raining outside, and you wanted to go to Africa

You're the one who stole the alms money

For four beers and a tear gas party

And you liked mixed fry with Big Bamboos

And I shouted: "My love, I can't take it anymore"

And then, the night, on the street, never ended

How beautiful, beautiful, beautiful were you, and where are you going now?

Giulia, Giulia, is getting married tomorrow

Giulia, Giulia, it seems to me an excuse

You are the one who changed the world with its walls

Besides, she wrestled over a bed with gladiators

You're the one screaming at a concert in Modena

And she said to me: "Give up everything for the music"

And now you're marrying an employee, and you're retiring

And you left me alone to make the revolution

And this night, on the street, it never ends

And you are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and you will never know

Giulia, Giulia, is getting married tomorrow

Giulia, Giulia, it seems to me an excuse