Nella Firenze degli anni '80 - Diaframma

Nella Firenze degli anni 80

Un ragazzo mi voleva menare

Menare, menare, menare

Alto circa uno e novanta

Lo incontravo per caso

Nei pub o nei bar

O dovunque ci fosse del rock

Non era un fatto di donne

E non sapevo perché

In mezzo a tante persone

Lui ce l’avesse con me

Lui mi guardava

Con due occhi d’odio

Stava lì a fissarmi

Per ore, per ore e per ore

Per ore, per ore e per ore

E sembrava dicesse:

«Proprio tra un minuto t’ammazzo

Te lo giuro, t’ammazzo

Tra un minuto t’ammazzo»

Io ‘sto tipo manco sapevo chi fosse

E nemmeno i miei amici

Ad i quali chiedevo

Sapevano dirmi granché

Si distingueva dalle gran masse

Per quegli occhi così carichi d’odio

Che ovunque guardasse

Cercavano me

Io non sapevo chi fosse

E non sapevo perché

Fra tante e tante persone

Lui ce l’avesse con me

Basta, per farla breve

Una sera lo incontro

Ma era tutto diverso

Era tutto cambiato

E con modi da lord inglese

Mi stringeva la mano

E mi offriva da bere

Mi offriva da bere

Io non sapevo chi fosse

E non sapevo perché

Fra tante tante persone

Lui ce l’avesse con me

In the Florence of the 80s

A boy wanted to beat me

Lead, lead, lead

About one and ninety tall

I met him by chance

In pubs or bars

Or wherever there was rock

It wasn't a matter of women

And I didn't know why

In the midst of so many people

He was angry with me

He looked at me

With two hateful eyes

He stood there staring at me

For hours, for hours and for hours

For hours, for hours and for hours

And she seemed to say:

"I'll kill you in just a minute

I swear to you, I'll kill you

I'll kill you in a minute "

I'm like, I didn't even know who he was

Neither do my friends

To whom I was asking

They could tell me a lot

She stood out from the masses

For those eyes so full of hatred

That wherever he looked

They were looking for me

I didn't know who he was

And I didn't know why

Among many and many people

He was angry with me

Enough, in short

One evening I meet him

But it was all different

Everything had changed

And with the manners of an English lord

He held my hand

And he offered me a drink

He offered me a drink

I didn't know who he was

And I didn't know why

Among many many people

He was angry with me