L'Ultima Luna - Jovanotti

La 7a luna

Era quella del luna-park

Lo scimmione si aggirava

Dalla giostra al bar

Mentre l’angelo di Dio bestemmiava

Facendo sforzi di petto

Grandi muscoli e poca carne

Povero angelo benedetto

La 6a luna

Era il cuore di un disgraziato

Che, maledetto il giorno che era nato

Ma rideva sempre

Da anni non vedeva le lenzuola

Con le mani sporche di carbone

Toccava il culo a una signora

E rideva e toccava

Sembrava lui il padrone

La 5a luna

Fece paura a tutti

Era la testa di un signore

Che con la morte vicino giocava a biliardino

Era grande ed elegante

Né giovane né vecchio

Forse malato

Sicuramente era malato

Perché perdeva sangue da un orecchio

La 4a luna

Era una fila di prigionieri

Che camminando

Seguivano le rotaie del treno

Avevano i piedi insanguinati

E le mani senza guanti

Ma non preoccupatevi

Il cielo è sereno

Oggi non ce ne sono più tanti

La 3a luna uscirono tutti per guardarla

Era così grande

Che più di uno pensò al Padre Eterno

Sospesero i giochi e si spensero le luci

Cominciò l’inferno

La gente corse a casa perché per quella notte

Ritornò l’inverno

La 2a luna

Portò la disperazione tra gli zingari

Qualcuno addirittura si amputò un dito

Andarono in banca a fare qualche operazione

Ma che confusione

La maggior parte prese cani e figli

E corse alla stazione

L’ultima luna

La vide solo un bimbo appena nato

Aveva occhi tondi e neri e fondi

E non piangeva

Con grandi ali prese la luna tra le mani, tra le mani

E volò via e volò via

Era l’uomo di domani l’uomo di domani

E volò via e volò via

Era l’uomo di domani l’uomo di domani

The 7th moon

It was that of the amusement park

The ape was prowling

From the carousel to the bar

While the angel of God was cursing

Making chest strains

Big muscles and little meat

Poor blessed angel

The 6th moon

It was the heart of a wretch

What, damn the day he was born

But he was always laughing

He hadn't seen the sheets for years

With coal-stained hands

He was touching a lady's ass

And he laughed and touched

He seemed to be the master

The 5th moon

He scared everyone

It was the head of a gentleman

That with death near him he played foosball

He was big and elegant

Neither young nor old

Maybe sick

He was certainly sick

Because he was bleeding from one ear

The 4th moon

It was a line of prisoners

Than walking

They followed the train tracks

Their feet were bloody

And hands without gloves

But don't worry

The sky is clear

Today there aren't many of them anymore

On the 3rd moon they all went out to look at it

It was that big

That more than one thought of the Eternal Father

The games stopped and the lights went out

Hell began

People ran home because for that night

Winter returned

The 2nd moon

It brought despair among the gypsies

Someone even amputated a finger

They went to the bank to do some business

But what a mess

Most took dogs and children

And ran to the station

The last moon

Only a newborn baby saw her

He had round, black, deep eyes

And she didn't cry

With great wings he took the moon in his hands, in his hands

And she flew away and flew away

He was the man of tomorrow the man of tomorrow

And he flew away and flew away

He was the man of tomorrow the man of tomorrow