Franco Battiato - Strade Dell'Est ( Eastbound roads)

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Guitar: Alberto Radius ( Band Formula 3)

 

 

 

 

 

Loaded trains from Albania
bring so many foreigners to Siberia
antique carpets,  Indian merchants
put on houses between Russia and China
Roads of the East.

 

Pushed  by the Turks and the Iraqis
here  made camp Mustafa Mullah  Barazani
Eastern roads of vast horizons
hidden cities of  Persian language
hence the End.

 

 They Tell stories of Princesses
locked in castles for too much beauty
Lotus flowers,  beautiful gardens
And Leningrad today ...
 

At night you can still happen
to hear the sounds of harmoniums out of breath
and  old Kurds for  a thousand years
offer their  chest to Novenas ...

 

Roads Of The East

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Cuccurucucu

 

 

 

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L'Era Del Cinghiale Bianco ( Era of the white wild boar)

 

 

 

 

Full were the hotels in Tunis
for summer vacations.
At times a thunderstorm
didn't let us go out;

a man of a certain age
often offered me Turkish cigarettes.
But I hope that soon will return
the Era of the White Wild Boar.

Indescribable scents
in the evening air,
students of Damascus
all dressed alike
the shadow of my identity
while seated at the cinema or in a bar.

But I hope that soon will return
the Era of the White Wild Boar.

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Aria Di Rivoluzione ( Winds of Revolution)

 

 

 

 

 

1st Italian part translation

 

That truck driver in Abyssinia (Africa)
drove his truck until late in the night,
and then at deep night they made their meetings
At that time in Europe
another war was raging,
the only songs heard
were the alarm sirens.

 

 

First German part translation

 

However, Müntzer's morning stars
shining over the revolting peasants,
when they stained with bloodlight the heads of their persecutors.
However, the melody of Stalin's flamethrower
when it shouted, at Christmas, “Peace on earth”
in the frozen ears of Hitler's soldiers.

 

 

 2nd Italian part translation

 

Time goes by, nothing seems to change,
the generation I'm part of
craves new values.
And I can feel now
revolution in the air,
I can hear cries of desperations
of those going to be shot.

 

 

2nd German part translation

 

However, the elegance of automatic missiles
in Ho-Chi-Minh's skies
when they give an amazing kiss
to Detroit engineers' extraordinary mechanic performances.
However, the beauty of the machine gun
shouldered by the guerilla fighter,
when he gives the Bolivian porter suitable arguments
against his oppressor, what this finally understands.
However, what is best: Policemen trained to fight against the people,
when they are drowning in the stream of enraged masses,
and finally, finally, instead of their weapons
they catch the saving hand of the Unarmed.

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Propiedad Prohibida ( genre:prog)