Below is the lyrics of the song La Musica Muore , artist - Franco Battiato, Juri Camisasca with translation
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Franco Battiato, Juri Camisasca
Sono anni che non cambia niente
Tutto è chiuso in un sacco a pelo
Con un dito quante macchine ho fermato
Quanti stop alle frontiere ho sopportato
Degli Stones amavo Satisfaction
E dei Doors come on baby light my fire
Ascoltavo Penny Lane per ore ed ore
Mi ritorna l’eco dei concerti
Mi ritorna l’acqua dentro il sacco a pelo
Tutt’intorno i fuochi ormai si sono spenti
Non resta che un pallido colore
La musica muore
Parco Lambro, Woodstock, l’Isola di White
Quanta gente strana ho incontrato per strada
Giravo per l’Europa da Londra ad Amsterdam
On the road again, my generation
Nothing has changed for years
Everything is packed in a sleeping bag
With one finger how many cars have I stopped
How many stops at the borders have I endured
I loved Satisfaction of the Stones
And of the Doors come on baby light my fire
I listened to Penny Lane for hours and hours
The echo of the concerts returns to me
The water returns to me in the sleeping bag
All around the fires have now gone out
All that remains is a pale color
Music dies
Lambro Park, Woodstock, the Isle of White
How many strange people I met on the street
I was touring Europe from London to Amsterdam
On the road again, my generation
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