Ebano - Modena City Ramblers

Sono nata dove la pioggia porta ancora il profumo dell’ebano

Una terra là dove il cemento ancora non strangola il sole

Tutti dicevano che ero bella come la grande notte africana

E nei miei occhi splendeva la luna, mi chiamavano la Perla Nera…

A sedici anni mi hanno venduta, un bacio a mia madre e non mi sono voltata

Nella città con le sue mille luci per un attimo mi sono smarrita…

Così laggiù ho ben presto imparato che i miei sogni eran solo illusioni

E se volevo cercare fortuna dovevo lasciare ogni cosa

Ebano…

Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, from me une

Ebano…

Spesi tutto quello che avevo per il viaggio e per i miei documenti

A Palermo nel '94 eravamo più di cento giù al porto…

Raccoglievo le arance e i limoni in un grande campo in collina

Lavoravo fino a notte inoltrata per due soldi e una stanza nascosta

Ebano…

It’s a long long night

It’s a long long time

It’s a long long road

Ebano…

Poi un giorno sono scappata verso Bologna con poca speranza

Da un’amica mi sono fermata, in cerca di nuova fortuna

Ora porto stivali coi tacchi e la pelliccia leopardata

E tutti sanno che la Perla Nera rende felici con poco…

Ebano…

Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, for me une

Ebano…

Ebano…

It’s a long long night

It’s a long long time

It’s a long long road

Ebano…

Perciò se passate a Bologna, ricordate qual è la mia storia

Lungo i viali verso la sera, ai miei sogni non chiedo più nulla

Ebano…

I was born where the rain still carries the scent of ebony

A land where the concrete still does not strangle the sun

Everyone said I was as beautiful as the great African night

And in my eyes the moon was shining, they called me the Black Pearl ...

At sixteen they sold me, a kiss to my mother and I didn't turn around

In the city with its thousand lights for a moment I got lost ...

So I soon learned there that my dreams were only illusions

And if I wanted to seek my fortune, I had to leave everything behind

Ebony…

Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, from me une

Ebony…

I spent everything I had on travel and my documents

In Palermo in '94 we were more than a hundred down at the port ...

I collected oranges and lemons in a large field in the hills

I worked late into the night for two pennies and a hidden room

Ebony…

It's a long long night

It's a long long time

It's a long long road

Ebony…

Then one day I ran away to Bologna with little hope

I stopped by a friend, looking for new luck

Now I'm wearing high-heeled boots and leopard fur

And everyone knows that the Black Pearl makes you happy with little ...

Ebony…

Jack O’s bar, Parade hotel, for me une

Ebony…

Ebony…

It's a long long night

It's a long long time

It's a long long road

Ebony…

So if you go to Bologna, remember what my story is

Along the avenues towards the evening, I don't ask for anything more from my dreams

Ebony…