C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones [English translation]

There was a boy

who, like me,

loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.

He globe-trotted,

he came from the United States of America.

He wasn't handsome

but next to himself

he had a thousand women if

he sang Help and Ticket to Ride

or Lady Jane or Yesterday.

He sang long live freedom

but he received a letter.

He gave me his guitar,

he was called back to America.

No more Rolling Stones!

No more Beatles, no more!

They told me: «Go to Vietnam

and shoot Vietcongs.»

tatata...

There was a boy

who, like me,

loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.

He globe-trotted,

but then he ended up making war in Vietnam.

He no longer wears

long hair,

he doesn't play the guitar, but

an instrument

that always gives

the same note: t-ra ta ta ta.

He has no more friends,

he has no more fans,

he sees people fall down.

He won't go back to his country,

now he's dead in Vietnam.

No more Rolling Stones!

No more Beatles, no more!

In his chest, he no longer has a heart,

but two or three medals.

tatata...

• Artist:Gianni Morandi
• Album:Gianni quattro