Delenda Carthago - Franco Battiato

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.

Las serenatas en el saln del instituto

a la hora de gimnasia o de religin.

Por carnavales tocaba en medio de las mscaras

tena ya la Luna y Urano en el len.

El mar en un bolsillo, burbujas al trasluz.

En cuanto te marchaste lejos me falt la luz.

El mundo es gris, es gris y azul.

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay ayayayay, cantaba.

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay ayayayay, cantaba.

La ira funesta del prfugo afgano,

de los que la frontera con Irn cruzaron,

cntame oh, diva, sobre el piel roja americano,

la gesta ertica de la India piel de luna

La pluma estilogrfica con la tinta azul

no quiero afeitadora elctrica, no es necesario

el mundo es gris, es gris y azul.

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.

Cuccurrucucu, paloma.

Ay, ayayayay, cantaba.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Oh, ayayayay, he sang.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Oh, ayayayay, he sang.

The serenades in the high school hall

at the time of gymnastics or religion.

For carnivals she played in the middle of the masks

I already had the Moon and Uranus in the lion.

The sea in a pocket, bubbles against the light.

As soon as you went away I lost the light.

The world is grey, it is gray and blue.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Ayayayayay, he sang.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Ayayayayay, he sang.

The fatal wrath of the Afghan fugitive,

of those who crossed the border with Iran,

sing to me oh diva, about the american redskin,

the erotic deed of India skin of the moon

The fountain pen with the blue ink

I don't want an electric shaver, it's not necessary

the world is grey, it is gray and blue.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Oh, ayayayay, he sang.

Cucurrucucu, pigeon.

Oh, ayayayay, he sang.