Ho cercato ma non sono riuscito a trovare una traduzione, mi dispiace

@@germanozangari8373 Thaaanks, that is also what I did already. But also without succes. I really hope someone can translate this song.

@@rienkvanderwerff7609 I’ve done my best! Sorry if it’s not perfect or doesn’t make perfect sense in some parts, this song has many different metaphors and figures of speech that some parts are difficult to understand even for us Italians! Anyway, enjoy!

@@rienkvanderwerff7609 Scouting for boys ENG We were still boys with lots of time ahead of us, the longest days with the short trousers, hunting the wind were our simple songs The paper and the glue together, crossing the two strongest rods, tied to the string were our hopes, our kites, the dreams that never died They are rising high now, higher that before were the dances, remaining confused, time grabs you, bet on the world but without arrogance The mind is in the sky it’s true, but the walking gets into you from the ground, and ready to leave, risking the road, the truest flowers are not the ones from the greenhouse RIT: And it goes, upper, further, against the wind, it’s a tough fight but stretch the string, and if it’s dear to us, it’s not vain hope it will change, over the edge, it goes And the power (went) to the indifference, indifference that when is on power creates thieves, the ground is already shocked by the crazy atoms, the triumphant money, crushes the cries of the mothers And still (goes on) the great race for the stupid armed rockets, profits are up, more unemployed, And there is always (someone) who says: “Be good guys” And hidden resignation behind great missed projects, it’s not the time for easy dreams anymore, our kites have the strings stuck But we’re seeing sharper and newer continuous needs emerge, (to be) supportive calls us the man’s city, getting your hand dirty in this sea is a sign RIT And is flying even higher, gains altitude, flies over valleys, carried by the winds but its ideas are clear, you can die in certain clouds, in polluted waters Don’t sing to run away, sing only if you want to think, the end is in the means, like the wheat is in the seed, we must learn the progress for man Mechanisms (that are) perverse in the outside, mechanisms that fear the inside, to have, to appear, they get you deeply, looking for ourselves is harder, but together And fighting to realise a Love that’s fruitful take away the armoured doors closed on selfishness a man and a woman wide open on the world RIT And pushing again our steps on the road without making a sound it doesn’t fear the wind, with the rain and with the sun, yet, neither following love It’s a hidden treasure, look for it, it’s hidden down in the gorges, It’s fear that takes when we’re close who in his life never had any words And you discover it in the eyes, it’s true, in those eyes that have become children again, they’ve risked: “Leave everything, if you want” go on your way and forget the means A kite in the wind is calling, stretch the string, it’s time. You can do it. The choices of today in a world that changes, we are ready to serve (help) again, Scouting for Boys RIT

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Ma davvero a Genova arriviamo fino al 50

@@spaghetti4292 esiste anche Genova 100 😂😂😂

The6EmA9 bella io porto torres1

Io sono capo squadriglia

Anche io sono squali!! Però Monza 4.

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