Un calcio alla città
Domenico Modugno
A Kick to the City
For years I've been here
chained to this desk
while down there, beyond the fog,
the horizon widens, and I'm here.
It's not a party, though
I won't go to the office.
Every day always there,
but why, ah, but for whom.
This morning I'm not feeling it,
I want to kick the whole damn city.
My love, come with me too,
let's leave the boss up there.
Leave him up there.
What have they made of me,
I'm just a lackey
who for years says yes,
always yes, yes I'm here.
This morning in my lungs
no, I don't want the radiator air.
My love, come with me too,
let's leave the boss up there.
Leave him up there.
Where is the countryside,
I want green around me,
the scent of the evening
when spring returns.
This time I'll do without
the tired cafeteria pasta.
My love, come with me too,
let's leave the boss up there.
Leave him up there.
But what are we doing,
where are we all going in a line
in our damn little cars.
Today the sun is shining.
Don't punch the time card,
don't sign the attendance sheet.
But how many years
have you not climbed a tree.
Everyone in the countryside
to pick daisies.
Freedom, freedom.
Freedom.
La la la la la la la......
This time I'll do without
the tired cafeteria pasta.
My love, come with me too,
let's leave the boss up there.
La la la la la la la......
