Se Dipingessi Mia Madre - Franco Simone

Se regalassi a mia madre denaro

Scapperebbe via

Se diventasse guardiano di un faro

Non l’accenderebbe mai

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Canterebbe il blues

Se la mandassi in convento a pregare

Parlerebbe a Gesù

Se la portassi allo stadio a giocare

Non la smetterbbe più

Se dipingessi mia madr di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Canterebbe il blues

Ma, ma, ma, ma adesso dove vai?

Scendi in strada, canti e balli, cosa fai?

Vuoi la gente, gente, gente intorno, non ti basta mai

Per domani un buon domani ci sarà

E allora vai e balla come sai

Mentre gli altri fanno i gesti che tu fai

Muovi, muovi la tua gonna, mamma, falla andar di qua e di là

Non rimane più nessuno nei bordelli e nelle sacrestie

Ma se la vita si potesse guidare

Sarebbe un videogames

E se il futuro si potesse guardare

Sarebbe nei musei

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Se dipingessi mia madre di nero

Canterebbe il blues

Ma, ma, ma, ma adesso dove vai?

Scendi in strada, canti, balli e cosa fai?

Vuoi la gente, gente, gente intorno, non ti basta mai

Per domani un buon domani ci sarà

E allora vai e balla come sai

Mentre gli altri fanno i gesti che tu fai

Muovi, muovi la tua gonna, mamma, falla andar di qua e di là

Non rimane più nessuno nei bordelli e nelle sacrestie

Muovi, muovi la tua gonna, mamma, falla andar di qua e di là

Da domani, per domani, un buon domani forse ci sarà

If I gave my mother money

It would run away

If he became a lighthouse keeper

He would never turn it on

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

He would sing the blues

If I sent her to the convent to pray

She would speak to Jesus

If I took her to the stadium to play

She would never stop

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

He would sing the blues

But, but, but, but where are you going now?

Get out on the street, sing and dance, what do you do?

You want people, people, people around, it's never enough for you

For tomorrow there will be a good tomorrow

So go and dance as you know

While others make the gestures you do

Move, move your skirt, mama, make it go here and there

There is no one left in the brothels and sacristies

But if life could be guided

It would be a videogames

And if the future could be looked at

It would be in museums

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

If I painted my mother black

He would sing the blues

But, but, but, but where are you going now?

Get out on the street, sing, dance and what do you do?

You want people, people, people around, it's never enough for you

For tomorrow there will be a good tomorrow

So go and dance as you know

While others make the gestures you do

Move, move your skirt, mama, make it go here and there

There is no one left in the brothels and sacristies

Move, move your skirt, mama, make it go here and there

From tomorrow, for tomorrow, maybe there will be a good tomorrow