Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso

Raskolnikov

I've just started listening to these guys recently, progrssive rock for the technical people out there. They're songs are great but the only problem is that they are all in Italian! I don't suppose any Italian speakers could give me the gist of what there songs are about?

Don't tell me to try Google, tried it with no luck

Raskolnikov

http://www.bancodelmutuosoccorso.it/

The official site gives Italian lyrics

Dun

Babelfish it!

The translations are REALLY rough, but they are usually okay to give you an idea of the meaning of a piece.

Raskolnikov

Originally posted by dun_do_bheal
Babelfish it!

The translations are REALLY rough, but they are usually okay to give you an idea of the meaning of a piece.

Tried it, got an idea what was going on but the song was totally mangled. Oh well, i guess i'll just go learn Italian

The Corinthian

Originally posted by Raskolnikov
Tried it, got an idea what was going on but the song was totally mangled. Oh well, i guess i'll just go learn Italian

Which song?

Raskolnikov

http://www.bancodelmutuosoccorso.it/discografia/testi/lacittasottile.htm

and if you wouldn't mind . . .

http://www.bancodelmutuosoccorso.it/discografia/testi/nonmirompete.htm

:cool:

The Corinthian

I'd almost forgotten how much how much I hated translation work...

Originally posted by Raskolnikov
http://www.bancodelmutuosoccorso.it/discografia/testi/lacittasottile.htm

The Subtle City

Who are you, a city or a non-city
Living suspended by ropes of still air.
Beams, pipes without dimensions,
cold aged stone (quartz).
Yours thousand elevators of light paper
that go up and down without rest,
with nobody ever going down, nobody ever going up.

Subtle non-city that holds everything over on nothing:
every straight line rests on it,
every curved line on it too,
absurd moved equilibriums.
Opaque lights are your rare stars,
your sun has expired.

What other remains for you if not the naked man
that I see every day
that crazy owner,
poet or loser (?) that he lives on the last level.
He holds up his hands then laughs, or does not laugh...
jumps lightly
from the beam to a curve
but today I have seen him dive into the void
unexpectedly
but I do not know whether
if he screamed or laughed.

Here the wind does not extinguish the noise but there is silence
that it knows how to write in the still air.
Subtle non-city in your perennial greys alone.

http://www.bancodelmutuosoccorso.it/discografia/testi/nonmirompete.htm

Don’t Annoy/Disturb me

I beg you not to wake me
but leave that I sleep off this sleep,
That I remain as tranquil as a child
who stinks from the snoring of a drunk.
Why do you want to disturb to me
if I am perhaps dreaming of a winged journey
on a wagon without wheels
pulled by the horses of the north-west wind,
in the north-west wind... in flight.

I beg you not to wake me
but leave that I sleep off this sleep,
there is still time for the day
when the eyes may fill themselves with tears,
my eyes... of tears.

Raskolnikov

Thanks