Below is the lyrics of the song Mediterraneo , artist - Nomadi with translation
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Nomadi
Se tu sei serena con lui, non lo tradire mai,
questo enorme spirito d’acqua, che illumina i marinai,
dove il mare annuncia roccia, e la roccia annuncia altro mare,
quella roccia?
soltanto un’isola, dove poter sostare,
popolazioni millenarie, son passate di qua,
sopra un cargo, a difendere, la loro dignit?,
ed il signore, di pelle scura, Principe dei Bordoni
ha ancora addosso, sull’armatura,
l’odore dei limoni, l’odore dei limoni,
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo.
Se sarai fedele a lui, lui ti accompagner?,
lungo il corso della tua vita, tra penisole e citt?,
tra la gioia e la sconfitta, la vittoria ed il dolore
il tuo corpo avr?
il suo fascino la tua pelle porter?
il suo odore,
e su da Tangheri, a Gibilterra, tra i continenti, il mare,
e l’Atlantico, falso ed immobile, si sogna di rubare
e quante storie celano i porti, dietro alle case bianche,
di pescatori, di fibra dura,
quasi in odore d’Oriente, quasi in odore d’Oriente…
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo,
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo.
If you are peaceful with him, never betray him,
this enormous spirit of water, which illuminates the sailors,
where the sea announces rock, and the rock announces another sea,
that rock?
just an island, where you can stop,
thousand-year-old peoples, have passed this way,
on a freighter, to defend their dignity,
and the dark-skinned gentleman, Prince of the Bordoni
he is still wearing, on his armor,
the smell of lemons, the smell of lemons,
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean.
If you are faithful to him, he will accompany you,
along the course of your life, between peninsulas and cities,
between joy and defeat, victory and pain
your body will have?
his charm of him your skin will wear?
her smell of him,
and up from Tangheri, to Gibraltar, between the continents, the sea,
and the Atlantic, false and immobile, dreams of stealing
and how many stories the ports hide behind the white houses,
of fishermen, of hard fiber,
almost in the smell of the East, almost in the smell of the East ...
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean,
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean.
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