
Odìs Lévy – Sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano Lyrics
Artist: Odìs Lévy
Song: Sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano
Fu quando aveva quattordici anni che fu presa la decisione
Dalla famiglia all’unanimità, in base alla sua individualità
Aveva un carattere sottomesso verso tutti i suoi superiori
Aveva i tratti del formalista e si dimostrava un conformista
Facciamogli fare il colonnello, mettiamogli in testa un bel cappello
Marce, parate, saluti e cannoni, colpi di tacchi e decorazioni
Facciamogli fare il generale, sguardo severo, aspetto marziale
Stivale lucido e lungo pastrano, sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano
Con gli inferiori autoritario, ostile verso i compagni più miti
Superstizioso, stereotipato, rigido, forte, disciplinato
Pronto a vedere con circospezione tutti coloro che aveva al suo fianco
Considerandoli pericolosi, biechi, malevoli e facinorosi
Facciamogli fare il colonnello, mettiamogli in testa un bel cappello
Marce, parate, saluti e cannoni, colpi di tacchi e decorazioni
Facciamogli fare il generale, sguardo severo, aspetto marziale
Stivale lucido e lungo pastrano, sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano
S’identificava con i superiori, dava importanza al problema del sesso
Voleva mostrare la virilità perché sospettava la sterilità
Sapeva confondere lealtà e dovere, logica e senso della ragione
Voleva essere manipolato, dai lavacervelli condizionato
Ritornello}
E facciamogli fare il colonnello, mettiamogli in testa un bel cappello
Marce, parate, saluti e cannoni, colpi di tacchi e decorazioni
Facciamogli fare il generale, sguardo severo, aspetto marziale
Stivale lucido e lungo pastrano, sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano
E fu così che indossò la divisa, gradi alla mano, pennacchi e mostrine
E fu così che divenne un leone, privo soltanto d’immagin#z#one
Senza distinguere tra cause giuste, cause opinabili e cause sbagliate
Pistola alla mano, sciabola al fianco
Gridò: “Ahi, mamma!” e morì sul campo
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Sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano Lyrics – English Translation
It was when he was fourteen years who was taken by the decision
From the family unanimously, based on its individuality
He had a submissive character towards all his superiors
He had the features of the formalist and proved to be a conformist
Face to make colonel, put a nice hat in your head
Gears, Parades, Greetings and Cannons, Heels Sheets And Decorations
Face to do the general, severe look, martial appearance
Glossy and long patter boot, saber by side, hand gun
With the lower authoritarian, hostile to the most mild companions
Superstitious, stereotyped, rigid, strong, disciplined
Ready to see all those who had by his side with circispection
Considering them dangerous, biechi, malevolent and rumored
Face to make colonel, put a nice hat in your head
Gears, Parades, Greetings and Cannons, Heels Sheets And Decorations
Face to do the general, severe look, martial appearance
Glossy and long patter boot, saber by side, hand gun
He was identified with the superiors, gave importance to the problem of sex
He wanted to show virility because he suspected sterility
He knew how to confuse loyalty and duty, logic and meaning of reason
He wanted to be manipulated, from the conditioned lavacervelli
Refrain}
And let’s make the colonel, put a nice hat in your head
Gears, Parades, Greetings and Cannons, Heels Sheets And Decorations
Face to do the general, severe look, martial appearance
Glossy and long patter boot, saber by side, hand gun
And it was so that he wore the uniform, degrees to his hand, plucking and monster
And it was so that he became a lion, only unfulfilled
Without distinguishing between the right causes, appropriate causes and wrong causes
Hand gun, saber beside
He shouted: “Ahi, mom!” And he died in the field
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Odìs Lévy Lyrics – Sciabola al fianco, pistola alla mano
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From the album:
Pianeta pericoloso
Release Year: 1970