I giorni della crisi - Modena City Ramblers

Erano giorni finiti a pezzi e amori arresi

Pallidi entusiasmi e concorsi a premi

Giorni indigesti di sogni appesi

A promesse scambiate a tasso variabile

Erano giorni messi in lustro e già timbrati

Di facili attese spese a comode rate

Erano giorni presi in prestito e poi targati

Passate a fare il frocio col culo negli altri

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

Erano giorni insonni appoggiati al comodino

Tra la sveglia e un libro che non vuole finire

Giorni che ci si perdeva come da bambino

Di mete inseguite solo al cellulare

Erano giorni armati di pistole a salve

Percorsi a ritroso mirando alla luna

Erano giorni trascorsi pensando altrove

Di parole dette in codice o mai ascoltate

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Erano giorni di certezze vendute in contanti

Di sorrisi sicuri resi ai migliori offerenti

Giorni di voci suadenti e fiati pesanti

Di sacre messe in suffragio universale

Erano giorni preziosi sparsi ai quattro venti

Di polveri bianche stese nei salotti buoni

Erano giorni allo spiedo strappati con i denti

Giorni che a volte era dura anche cominciare

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

E ogni volta tutti a dire:

Ma che bella storia!

Che bella storia!

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi parlavi della crisi

Solo tu che mi annunciavi questa crisi

Questa crisi

They were days ended in pieces and loves surrendered

Pale enthusiasm and contests with prizes

Indigestible days of hanging dreams

A promises exchanged at a variable rate

They were days put in luster and already stamped

Easy to expect expenses at convenient installments

They were borrowed and then branded days

Switch to being a fagot with the ass in the others

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

They were sleepless days leaning against the bedside table

Between the alarm clock and a book that doesn't want to end

Days that we got lost as a child

Of goals pursued only on the cell phone

Those were days armed with blank pistols

Backward journeys aiming for the moon

Days had been spent thinking elsewhere

Of words spoken in code or never heard

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Those were days of certainty sold for cash

Of confident smiles made to the highest bidders

Days of mellow voices and heavy breaths

Of sacred masses in universal suffrage

Those were precious days scattered around the four winds

Of white powders spread in the good living rooms

They were days on the spit torn with teeth

Days that were sometimes hard to even start

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

And every time everyone says:

What a beautiful story!

What a beautiful story!

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Of the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who told me about the crisis

Only you who announced this crisis to me

This crisis