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domenica 13 marzo 2016

David Gilmour - In Any Tongue










David Gilmour - In Any Tongue



Il testo

Home and done it's just begun
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue

How was I to feel it
When a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long
How was I to see straight
In the dust and blinding sun
Just a pair of boots on the ground

On the screen the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue

How am I to see you
When my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done
How am I to know you
With a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come.

 TRADUZIONE 

Casa e distrutto, è appena cominciata

Il suo cuore pesa di più, più di quanto abbia mai pesato.

Cosa ha combinato? Dio aiuti mio figlio!

Hey, rimani qui un po’, io starò in piedi,

Lo zucchero non è mai abbastanza per zuccherare la sua tazza,

lo so il dolore ha lo stesso sapore su ogni lingua.


Come ero io a sentirlo

Quando avevo una pistola in mano,

e avrei aspettato così a lungo

Come mi sentivo a guardare lontano,

nella polvere  e il sole accecante,

solo due stivali sul terreno.

 
Sullo schermo muoiono ragazzini,

bambini piangono nelle macerie delle loro vite,

Cosa ha combinato? Dio aiuti mio figlio!

Hey, rimani qui un po’, io starò in piedi,

Il volume è sparato alto, ma non abbastanza per soffocarlo:

Io sento che “Mamma” suona lo stesso su ogni lingua.


Come ero io a vederti

Quando la mia fede staziona sulla strada,

il lamento è da tempo finito.

Come ero io a conoscerti,

con un joystick in mano,

 
quando è arrivata la chiamata alle armi.

 accordi per chitarra 

Cm
Home and done it's just begun
           D#                       Fm
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
Cm
What has he done? God help my son
      D#                     Fm
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
Cm
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
        D#                Fm                    Cm
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue

Fm
How was I to feel it
        Ab
When a gun was in my hands
         C#            Ab
And I'd waited for so long
Fm
How was I to see straight
        Ab
In the dust and blinding sun
        C#                   Ab        D#
Just a pair of boots on the ground


Cm
On the screen the young men die
              D#         Fm
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
Cm
What has he done? God help my son
      D#                     Fm
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
     Cm
The volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it out
         D#               Fm                    Cm
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue


Fm
How am I to see you
         Ab
When my faith stands in the way
         C#             Ab      
And the wailing is long done
Fm
How am I to know you
        Ab
With a joystick in my hand
          C#              Ab           D#
When the call to arms has come

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