C'era un ragazzo che come me

c'era un ragazzo
che come me
amava i beatles e i rolling stones
girava il mondo
veniva dagli
stati uniti d'america
non era bello ma accanto a se'
aveva mille donne se
cantava help, ticket for ride
o lady jane o yesterday
cantava viva la liberta'
ma ricevette una lettera
la sua chitarra mi regalo'
fu richiamato in america
stop! coi rolling stones!
stop! coi beatles, stop!
gli han detto va nel vietnam
e spara ai vietcong
tra-ta-ta-ta-ta...
c'era un ragazzo
che come me
amava i beatles e rolling stones
girava il mondo
e poi fini'
a far la guerra nel vietnam
capelli lunghi non porta piu'
non suona la chitarra ma
uno strumento che sempre da'
la stessa nota ra ta ta ta!
non ha piu' amici
non ha piu' fans
vede la gente cadere giu'
nel suo paese non tornera'
adesso e' morto nel vietnam
stop! coi rolling stones!
stop! coi beatles, stop!
nel petto un cuore piu' non ha
ma due medaglie o tre
tra-ta-ta-ta-ta...

There was a boy
Who like me
Loved Beatles and Rolling Stones
He travelled the world
He came from
United States of America
He wasn't beautiful but by his side
He had a thousand women when
He sang Help, Ticket for Ride
Or Lady Jane or Yesterday
He sang viva freedom
But he received a letter
He gave me his guitar
He was called back in America
Stop! With Rolling Stones!
Stop! With Beatles, stop!
He was told to go to Vietnam
And to shoot to vietcongs
tra-ta-ta-ta-ta...
There was a boy
Who like me
Loved The Beatles and Rolling Stones
He travelled the world
And then he ended
Making the war in Vietnam
No more does he wear long hair
He doesn't play the guitar but
An instrument that always gives
The same note ra ta ta ta!
No more does he have friends
No more does he have fans
He can see people falling down
He won't come back to his country
Now he's dead in Vietnam
Stop! With Rolling Stones!
Stop! With Beatles, stop!
In his chest, no more does he have a heart
But two or three medals
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta...

Very sad song

The title: There was a boy who like me

Grazie!