Music Monday - L'Italiano
Modern American music is based on a substrate of African drums, and so the melodic aspects have always been dominated by the rhythmic. This selection from Toto Cutugno is definitely more in the melodic tradition.
Toto is singing "Lasciatemi cantare", you can translate it as "Let me sing", but what it really means is "Leave me alone, so I can sing" because this is what I do naturally, because I am an Italian and this is in my soul.
Let me sing
With the guitar in my hands
Let me sing
I’m an Italian
Good morning Italy, the spaghetti al dente
And a partisan for president
With the car radio always in the right hand
And a canary over the window
Good morning Italy with your artists
Too much America on the posters
With songs, with love, with heart
With more women less and less nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning my God
You know that I’m here too
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
Good morning Italy that is not afraid at all
With the mint shaving foam
With a gessato dress in blue
And the moviola on Sunday on the TV
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee
New socks in the first drawer
With the flag in the laundry
And a Seicento with an old bodywork
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With sweet eyes of melancholy
Good morning my God
You know that I’m here too
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
Pa ra ra ra ra ra ra
Pa ra ra ra ra ra ra
Pa ra pa ra ra pa ra pa
Pa ra pa, pa ra pa
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
Toto is singing "Lasciatemi cantare", you can translate it as "Let me sing", but what it really means is "Leave me alone, so I can sing" because this is what I do naturally, because I am an Italian and this is in my soul.
Let me sing
With the guitar in my hands
Let me sing
I’m an Italian
Good morning Italy, the spaghetti al dente
And a partisan for president
With the car radio always in the right hand
And a canary over the window
Good morning Italy with your artists
Too much America on the posters
With songs, with love, with heart
With more women less and less nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning my God
You know that I’m here too
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
Good morning Italy that is not afraid at all
With the mint shaving foam
With a gessato dress in blue
And the moviola on Sunday on the TV
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee
New socks in the first drawer
With the flag in the laundry
And a Seicento with an old bodywork
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With sweet eyes of melancholy
Good morning my God
You know that I’m here too
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
Pa ra ra ra ra ra ra
Pa ra ra ra ra ra ra
Pa ra pa ra ra pa ra pa
Pa ra pa, pa ra pa
Let me sing with the guitar in my hand
Let me sing a song softly softly
Let me sing because I’m proud of that
I’m an Italian, a real Italian
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