Washington - Lucio Dalla

Washington - Lucio Dalla

  • Year of release: 2002
  • Language: Italian
  • Duration: 4:37

Below is the lyrics of the song Washington , artist - Lucio Dalla with translation

Lyrics " Washington "

Original text with translation

Washington

Lucio Dalla

Original text

Sto andando a Washington, ma a fare cosa non lo so sono molto in alto, non vedo niente, non vedo un accidente da qui

Lei ha gli occhi a mandorla e una faccina piccola cosl

h con i suoi fratelli, piccolina come quelli

vuoi vedere la sua foto che ho qui con me Ma cos’h che sta volando, lentamente si avvicina

Ogni piccolo movimento spara, prima che l’altro faccia lo stesso con te ogni piccolo sentimento spara, h meglio non chiedersi niente

ma stavolta volgio vedere chi h…

Son partito da London City dove c’erano i Beatles e il rock & roll

ero una macchina negra ma adesso mi chiamano Zebra

da quando mi hanno messo le braccia di un bianco di nome John

vuoi andare a Washington ma cosa vai a fare laggiy

h solo un sasso, non si vede un casso

non h rimasto niente nemmeno ll Chiss` se mi sta ascoltando, h una bella mattina

chiss` se anche lui sta pensando

eccolo ll che si avvicina

ogni piccolo movimento spara, prima che l’altro faccia lo stesso con te ma qui non si muove niente, non h rimasto nessuno

siamo solo io e te…

Song translation

I'm on my way to Washington, but I don't know what I'm very high up to do, I don't see anything, I don't see a damn from here

She has almond-shaped eyes and a little face like that

h of her with her brothers of hers, little one like those

do you want to see her photo of her that I have here with me But what is she flying, she slowly approaches

Every little movement shoots, before the other does the same with you every little feeling shoots, it's better not to ask yourself anything

but this time I want to see who h ...

I left London City where there were the Beatles and rock & roll

I was a black machine but now they call me Zebra

ever since they gave me the arms of a white man named John

you want to go to Washington but what are you going to do over there

I'm just a stone, you can't see a box

there's nothing left either. I wonder if he's listening to me, it's a beautiful morning

I wonder if he's thinking too

here he is approaching

every little movement shoots, before the other does the same with you but nothing moves here, there is no one left

it's just you and me ...

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