Figlio d'un cane - Luciano Ligabue

Abituato a morso e fuga

Mi sporco di fango, catrame e di ruggine

L’istinto mi spinge a un sole che mi asciuga

A un metro dalla grandine

Coccolato qualche volta

Da qualche signora che altro animale non ha

Chiusa l’ennesima porta see’e' la strada

E lei che dietro chiamera'

E fra un po' si torna in calore e lo sai

Che per qualcuno e' comodo

See’e' una cuccia un osso e un padrone per noi

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio di cinque minuti

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio d’un equivoco

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio d’amplessi rubati

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un figlio d’un preservativo rotto

E allora ululo e alzo il bicchiere

Fra sassi, scarponi e bestemmie che tirano

Ed ululare e' un sollievo e un piacere

Che almeno do' fastidio un po'

E ogni tanto ciotole piene che poi

Non brontoli lo stomaco

Briciole e avanzi di ieri per noi

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio di cinque minuti

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio d’un equivoco

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un cane figlio d’amplessi rubati

Identita': figlio d’un cane figlio d’un figlio d’un preservativo rotto

Used to bite and run

I get dirty with mud, tar and rust

Instinct pushes me to a sun that dries me

One meter from the hail

Pampered sometimes

From some lady what other animal does not have

Closed yet another door, see the road

And she who will call behind

And in a while it's back in heat and you know it

Which is convenient for someone

See’s a doghouse, a bone and a master for us

Identity: son of a dog son of a dog of five minutes

Identity: son of a dog, son of a dog, son of a misunderstanding

Identity: son of a dog, son of a dog, son of stolen amplexes

Identity: son of a dog son of a son of a broken condom

And then I howl and raise my glass

Among stones, boots and curses that are thrown

And howling is a relief and a pleasure

That at least bother a little

And every now and then bowls full than then

Don't grumble your stomach

Crumbs and leftovers from yesterday for us

Identity: son of a dog son of a dog of five minutes

Identity: son of a dog, son of a dog, son of a misunderstanding

Identity: son of a dog, son of a dog, son of stolen amplexes

Identity: son of a dog son of a son of a broken condom