In questo caso certamente non avrai bisogno di sottotitoli, Mormore.
In questo caso certamente non avrai bisogno di sottotitoli, Mormore.
Le tre età della donna
Klimt
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In Scotland there lived brothers three
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
For to turn robber all on the salt sea.
2. The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the three,
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
3. He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day
When he espied a rich lofty ship,
Come a bibing down him straight away.
4. "Hello, hello!" cried Henry Martin,
"What makes you sail so high?"
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town.
Won't you please for to let me pass by?
5. "O no, o no!" cried Henry Martin
That thing it never can be
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
For to maintain my two brothers and me.
6. So lower your topsail and bail up your mizzen
Bring yourself under my lee,
Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.
7. Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three
Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot
Heavily listing to starboard went she.
8. The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore
Straight to the bottom went she.
And Henry Martin sailed away
... on the salt sea.
9. Sad news, sad news to old England came
Sad news to fair London town
There was a rich vessel and she's cast away
And all of her merry men drowned.
http://musicanet.org/robokopp/shanty/thwere3.htm
Bob Dylan -
Three angels
Three Angels
Three angels up above the street,
Each one playing a horn,
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out,
They've been there since Christmas morn.
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash,
Then a lady in a bright orange dress,
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels,
The Tenth Avenue bus going west.
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around,
A man with a badge skips by,
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,
Nobody stops to ask why.
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles,
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls.
The angels play on their horns all day,
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.
But does anyone hear the music they play,
Does anyone even try?
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Ho giocato tre numeri al lotto,
venticinque sessanta e trentotto...
...
anche loro senza un po' di fortuna ..nada :-))
Qualcuno la fortuna di mondi diversi l'ha costruita anche così.
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3 colori cinematografici che mi piacciono.
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