Here's the so, so wanted traslation! :D

asherah Jun 23, 2011

I’m sorry for the really really bad translations but it’s a paradox: in Italian this is an easy text because is just a long list of things, but translating it to English making clear what it’s the point of it all is really hard.

So, here we go, one of the greatest Ministri’s lyrics ever:

Us outside from the biggest hopes and their gears

Us outside from the radios, the beaches, the fat cows

Outside from parades, burocracy, outside manifactures and museums

It’s from above that they divide us, it’s up above that they create the danger

Us outside the fields of pride and the anxiety of medals

Us outside, we are the water wasted on the edge of a desert

Outside parades, burocracy, outside manufactures and museums

It’s from above that they shatter us, it’s up above that they create the danger

Us outside the radios, the minutes of silence, the countdowns, the consent

From the surveys, the schools of Our Lord, the flower beds, the construction sites

Us outside, we don’t know what to do

Outside the parades, against the geography

Outside churches and into anthills

It’s from above that they divide us, it’s up above that they create the danger

Us outside the lists, the challenges, the documents, the curves

The speeches, the courses, the fights, the lobbies, the eclipses

The theaters, the auctions, the infections, the plague

The luxury and the misery, the parties with severe drugs

The concerts with chairs, the solariums, the gardens with peacocks

The ballets, the amnesties, Manzoni and Mameli

The founding conditions, from good people’s souvenirs

The congresses, the tips, the exit polls

The nurseries and pensions

Us outside, we don’t know what to do

It is basically a long list of things from which Federico, and Ministri in general, feels out of. It’s a long list of things Ministri, being all under 30 years old young Italians are naturally out.

You might now by now the horrible situation this country is in, and has been in from the last 10 years (to say the last). This song is about being young and wanting to think about the future, and while doing this you just look around and there are so many things you will never have, such as an house, a work, a pension when you get old, and all this situation created by the most evil politic class we ever had just to create individualism, ignorance and frustration amongst young people so they can sit their asses on their chairs and have the power to do what they please.

It’s basically all about that: “keep them away from being sure and safe with their future, they’ll be so busy being depressed they’re not going to think of what we are doing”.

The video for this song wants to show a boy/young man in it’s frustration of being: stuck home, forced to be a forever son of, trapped in a room alone, undecided on what to do, depressed with it’s work. And all it goes with some “typical Italian mom’s quotes” which degenerates in the end showing the real situation of those sons and daughters that don’t know what the hell they should do with their lives.

Mom’s quotes are:

My son’s got talent; My son’s got a girlfriend; My son’s independent; My son’s saves his money; My son’s my friend; My son’s got good clothes; My son doesn’t smoke; My son goes to disco; My son’s got a band; My son does apply; My son does sport; My son doesn’t get sick; My son’s mature; My son reads a lot; My son’s got many friends; My son’s in good health, My son works; My son’s got a degree; My son tells me everything; My son’s got a good salary; My son loves me; My son is arranged; My son’s happy; My son cooks; My son doesn’t drink; My son is smart; My son understands me; My son learns quickly; My son’s got a beautiful voice; My son’s got a good taste; My son makes up the bed; My son helps us; My son always calls me; My son does footing; My son’s got the green thumb; My son’s special; My son’s got good judgement; My son’s a failure; My son’s got a problem; My son is a bad guy; My son’s a delusion; My son doesn’t know how to lose; My son doesn’t sleep; My son is sick; My son’s looking for a job; My son’s fat; My son doesn’t love himself; My son is rude; My son’s gone missing; My son steals at home; My son “smascella” (idk how to translate that :D); My son goes to rave parties; My son is lonely; My son is Steven Jonger (the collective that made the video); My son is scared; My son doesn’t know what to do.

Some more explanations about the video:

Divi in front of a birthday cake: is a son growing alone

Divi inside the bathtube: is a son isolated from the world

Divi with the stuffed bunny: is the nevergrowing child

Divi in the bed with headphones: is the son that doesn’t want to think about reality

Divi that shaves: is the son with the good look (no beard which in Italy is still a sinonimous of hippy or something 68 related)

Divi doing fitness: is the son that makes sports

Divi with icecream: is the son that can’t decide from himself

Divi playing guitar alone: is the son introverted with no friends

Divi with the cup: is the son who makes their parents happy

Divi in front of the tv: is the son forced to grow alone with the television

Divi with newspaper: is the good son who keeps informed