"Fila indiana" means queue. Angelina talks about the large line of people who visited her and her family when her father died. There were the unknown women who hugged and touched her as if she knew them, there were the curious people who were only there to see their pain, there were the paparazzi and journalists who sought information and asked uncomfortable questions and there was little Angelina facing her pain among those unknown people. Angelina feels like a priest in front of a line of people queuing in church to eat the consecrated host, unknown people who appear only when social conventions dictate it. But she also suggests that she has finally accepted her father's death and made peace with that painful period in her life. Those lyrics are a punch in the stomach, but unfortunately the automatic translation on TH-cam is very poor.
It's an amazing song! It gives me goosebumps every single time i listen to it! It's very intense, and knowing the story behind the lyrics, it's even more impressive!
she is talking about the people who visited her family after her father's death to offer condolences. People unknown who put themselves at the indian end
The song, sung for the first time in Naples: a song that is very powerful live, a scar that we listeners will have to take care of. "Indian row" talks about roots that are sometimes torn from the earth, forcing people to live in the air, like those plants that in a completely mysterious way live suspended by relying only (or almost only) on themselves. There is no precise reference, but it speaks of a loss, of a thousand invisible stabs received by those who approached that pain without respect, of people who in the darkest moment sought "poisons", secrets, revealing the their monstrous nature. Grande Angelina winner of Eurovision 12 points...please
The song is autobiographical, it recounts the days following her father's death, the journalists digging into her family's life and the people she didn't even know who were suddenly in her house, hugging her mother and touching her as if they knew her. And she talks about the anger and pain at the sudden farewell of her father, which however she has learned to accept and forgive. When her father died she and her family found themselves surrounded by journalists, curious strangers and relatives and "friends" who appeared from who knows where in search of who knows what (like vampires), for this reason they moved to northern Italy and Angelina, who was traumatized by her father's death, missed a year of school.
LYRICS IN ENGLISH 👇🏻 Hey, hey Earth is earth Pure without roots Even if it doesn't keep me grounded And she gets my clothes dirty Now that you are leaving, remember the earth The queue for the host, everyone with their mouths open The house that kicks you out early Anyway August is head 'and vierno and feet inside the grave Yes, I know, yes, I know that blood is blood But there are vampires And there are families that lose blood And happy families Trees growing without roots And distant tarantellas They slide down to the sea, further down I learned to knock, I swear They look for poison in the garbage Outside the door of our house They only find 400 butts Of guests busy hugging mum I know few of them, maybe I don't even care But I smile and ask, “Do you want a glass of water?” They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between my knuckles The old ladies in single file ah The old ladies, single file (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah Single file, single file, mhm-mhm-mhm I have decided to make peace with you, even if you left me alone I have decided to make peace with you, even if you scared me I no longer have ghosts under the sheets I count more ghosts among the school desks I've got a table set, those Christmas bastards I was the special being, but they didn't take care of me Love is taking care of me Love was calling every morning, a word to me One word was enough for me Instead you are only thirsty, you don't know me And you are in line, I am your priest I know what it means to love to death I need to go out I can't breathe, I have to leave, ah, ah ah, ah The old ladies, single file (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah, ah Single file, single file, ah, ah, ah They look for poison in the garbage Outside the door of our house They only find 400 butts Of guests busy hugging mum I know few of them, maybe I don't even care But I smile and ask, “Do you want a glass of water?” They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between my knuckles The old ladies in single file ah, ah The old ladies in single file (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) single file, ah Ah, single file, single file, ah, ah, ah
La Noia, Fila indiana, ci pensiamo domani e la Rondine, tutte canzoni di genere musicale diversi e cantante tutte magnificamente, la sua versalita' nn è da tutti e fa capire di quanto sia brava a cantare questa fantistica artista.
At 6:50 tu answer your question: she’s talking about people going over to their house but all they find is cigarette butts on the ground. Italian grandmas also have a habit of squeezing your cheeks with their fingers in between their knuckles- that’s what she is referring to. It’s a long letter to how she felt and what she experienced after her father’s passing.
This is her own song, but t is not really a song but the painting of a very sad experience... Let's go in order, starting from the first verse: "the earth is earth, even without roots". Forgetting one's origins, that is, is impossible. Even when it hurts, even when we want to. “Blood is blood” and “there are families who lose it”, that is: there is no escape from the pain of death, “even if there are vampires”. The event to which the singer refers is probably the most traumatic of her life: the death of her father Giuseppe Mango, who passed away in 2014 when she was just 13 years old.
Il testo e l'interpretazione sono un pugno nello stomaco. Il dolore di una ragazzina che perde il padre sotto i riflettori, in un mondo di squali, trasuda in ogni gesto e parola
you should react to Annalisa! she was in the festival too and got 3rd,you should listen to her songs like Sinceramente,Bellissima,Mon Amour,Ragazza Sola etc.
she's talking about the situation right after her father's death, Giuseppe Mango. She hated that people that she didn't even know went to her house saying and doing things she found "useless"
Testo🇮🇹 ❤ Ehi, ehi La terra è terra Pure senza radici Pure se non mi tiene attaccata a terra E mi sporca i vestiti Mo che te ne vai ricordati della terra La fila per l'ostia, tutti a bocca aperta La casa che ti caccia di casa presto Tanto agosto è capo 'e vierno e piedi dentro la fossa Sì, lo so, sì, lo so che il sangue è sangue Ma ci sono vampiri E ci sono famiglie che perdono sangue E famiglie felici Alberi che crescono senza radici E tarantelle lontane Scivolano giù al mare, più giù Io ho imparato a bussare, lo giuro Cercano il veleno nella spazzatura Fuori dalla porta della nostra casa Trovano soltanto 400 mozziconi Di ospiti impegnati ad abbracciare mamma Ne conosco pochi, forse nemmeno mi importa Ma sorrido e chiedo: "Volete un bicchiere d'acqua?" Stringono i miei zigomi più forte negli spazi tra le nocche Le vecchie signore in fila indiana ah Le vecchie signore, fila indiana (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah Fila indiana, fila indiana, mhm-mhm-mhm Ho deciso di far pace con te, pure se mi hai lasciato sola Ho deciso di far pace con te, pure se mi hai fatto paura Io non ho più fantasmi sotto le lenzuola Io conto più fantasmi tra i banchi di scuola Ho la tavola imbandita, quei bastardi di Natale Io ero l'essere speciale, ma non hanno avuto cura di me L'amore è avere cura di me L'amore era chiamare ogni mattina, una parola per me Bastava una parola per me Invece avete solo sete, non mi conoscete E siete in fila, io sono il vostro prete Io so cosa vuol dire amare da morire Ho bisogno di uscire Non riesco a respirare, devo andare via, ah, ah ah, ah Le vecchie signore, fila indiana (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah, ah Fila indiana, fila indiana, ah, ah, ah Cercano veleno nella spazzatura Fuori dalla porta della nostra casa Trovano soltanto 400 mozziconi Di ospiti impegnati ad abbracciare mamma Ne conosco pochi, forse nemmeno mi importa Ma sorrido e chiedo: "Volete un bicchiere d'acqua?" Stringono i miei zigomi più forte negli spazi tra le nocche Le vecchie signore in fila indiana ah, ah Le vecchie signore in fila indiana (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) fila indiana, ah Ah, fila indiana, fila indiana, ah, ah, ah
La terra che non mi tiene attaccata a terra forse la presa dal modo di dire che abbiamo qui in italia quando uno si isola nei suoi pensieri, quando vediamo uno che sta isolato nei suoi pensieri gli diciamo ohh stai attaccato con i piedi a terra.
land is land (land where someone live) even without roots even if it doesn't keep me tied to the land I live in And it gets my clothes dirty Now that you are leaving, remember the land where you lived The queue for the consecrated host, everyone with their mouths open The house that kicks you out early In any case, August is "cap' 'and Vierno" (the uncertain climate of August is already a prologue to the cold season) and foot inside the grave (be at death's door) Yes I know, yes I know that blood is blood But there are vampires (sneaky and manipulative people) And there are families that lose blood And happy families Trees growing up without roots (she is a tree without roots) And distant tarantellas slide down to the sea, further down I learned to knock, I swear They look for poison in the garbage Outside the door of our house (sneaky and manipulative people who looked for some scoop during the period of her father's death) They only find four hundred butts (400 butts means that the outsiders even during such a moment could not stay out of it) Of guests busy hugging mum I know few of them, maybe I don't even care, but I smile (400 butts of stranger people) And I ask: “Do you want a glass of water?” (she was kind even in that situation) They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between their knuckles (people squeezed her cheekbones out of compassion) The old ladies in queue I have decided to make peace with you Even if you left me alone I have decided to make peace with you Even if you scared me I no longer have ghosts under the sheets (here she speaks with her father, he died during a concert) I count more ghosts among the school desks I have a table set with Christmas bastards (she is referring to false friends and family) I was a special being but they didn't take care of me Love is taking care of me Love is calling every morning, a word for me One word was enough for me Instead you are just thirsty and you don't know me and you are in line (people who want to take advantage of the situation) I am your priest I know what it means to love to death I need to go out I can't breathe, I have to leave She is incredible. Italy is proud of her ❤
she is talking about an old southern italian tradition of men greeting a family loss showing their butts, She sings about those days where hundreds of men where showing their butts in front of her house to be close to the family after the loss of Mango. A beautiful gesture from them 🥰
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"Fila indiana" means queue. Angelina talks about the large line of people who visited her and her family when her father died. There were the unknown women who hugged and touched her as if she knew them, there were the curious people who were only there to see their pain, there were the paparazzi and journalists who sought information and asked uncomfortable questions and there was little Angelina facing her pain among those unknown people.
Angelina feels like a priest in front of a line of people queuing in church to eat the consecrated host, unknown people who appear only when social conventions dictate it. But she also suggests that she has finally accepted her father's death and made peace with that painful period in her life.
Those lyrics are a punch in the stomach, but unfortunately the automatic translation on TH-cam is very poor.
grazie ,non la conoscevo 😢❤
It's an amazing song!
It gives me goosebumps every single time i listen to it!
It's very intense, and knowing the story behind the lyrics, it's even more impressive!
she is talking about the people who visited her family after her father's death to offer condolences. People unknown who put themselves at the indian end
Parole che bucano l'anima😢
The song, sung for the first time in Naples: a song that is very powerful live, a scar that we listeners will have to take care of.
"Indian row" talks about roots that are sometimes torn from the earth, forcing people to live in the air, like those plants that in a completely mysterious way live suspended by relying only (or almost only) on themselves.
There is no precise reference, but it speaks of a loss, of a thousand invisible stabs received by those who approached that pain without respect, of people who in the darkest moment sought "poisons", secrets, revealing the their monstrous nature.
Grande Angelina winner of Eurovision 12 points...please
Questa canzone ha un testo pazzesco!!!
Una canzone meravigliosa con un testo profondo ❤ Angelina è una grande cantautrice!
The song is autobiographical, it recounts the days following her father's death, the journalists digging into her family's life and the people she didn't even know who were suddenly in her house, hugging her mother and touching her as if they knew her. And she talks about the anger and pain at the sudden farewell of her father, which however she has learned to accept and forgive. When her father died she and her family found themselves surrounded by journalists, curious strangers and relatives and "friends" who appeared from who knows where in search of who knows what (like vampires), for this reason they moved to northern Italy and Angelina, who was traumatized by her father's death, missed a year of school.
LYRICS IN ENGLISH 👇🏻
Hey, hey
Earth is earth
Pure without roots
Even if it doesn't keep me grounded
And she gets my clothes dirty
Now that you are leaving, remember the earth
The queue for the host, everyone with their mouths open
The house that kicks you out early
Anyway August is head 'and vierno and feet inside the grave
Yes, I know, yes, I know that blood is blood
But there are vampires
And there are families that lose blood
And happy families
Trees growing without roots
And distant tarantellas
They slide down to the sea, further down
I learned to knock, I swear
They look for poison in the garbage
Outside the door of our house
They only find 400 butts
Of guests busy hugging mum
I know few of them, maybe I don't even care
But I smile and ask, “Do you want a glass of water?”
They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between my knuckles
The old ladies in single file
ah
The old ladies, single file
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah
Single file, single file, mhm-mhm-mhm
I have decided to make peace with you, even if you left me alone
I have decided to make peace with you, even if you scared me
I no longer have ghosts under the sheets
I count more ghosts among the school desks
I've got a table set, those Christmas bastards
I was the special being, but they didn't take care of me
Love is taking care of me
Love was calling every morning, a word to me
One word was enough for me
Instead you are only thirsty, you don't know me
And you are in line, I am your priest
I know what it means to love to death
I need to go out
I can't breathe, I have to leave, ah, ah
ah, ah
The old ladies, single file
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah, ah
Single file, single file, ah, ah, ah
They look for poison in the garbage
Outside the door of our house
They only find 400 butts
Of guests busy hugging mum
I know few of them, maybe I don't even care
But I smile and ask, “Do you want a glass of water?”
They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between my knuckles
The old ladies in single file
ah, ah
The old ladies in single file
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) single file, ah
Ah, single file, single file, ah, ah, ah
Sei fantastica ❤Angelina ❤
La Noia, Fila indiana, ci pensiamo domani e la Rondine, tutte canzoni di genere musicale diversi e cantante tutte magnificamente, la sua versalita' nn è da tutti e fa capire di quanto sia brava a cantare questa fantistica artista.
è grandissima ❤❤
Angelina deserves a lot of attention, she's so good ❤
Fantastica Angelina❤
At 6:50 tu answer your question: she’s talking about people going over to their house but all they find is cigarette butts on the ground. Italian grandmas also have a habit of squeezing your cheeks with their fingers in between their knuckles- that’s what she is referring to. It’s a long letter to how she felt and what she experienced after her father’s passing.
jam session angelina mango and brother drum
questa canzone mi fa piangere tutte le volte che l'ascolto
Testo struggente 😭,descrive la morte del padre e come affronta il giorno dei funerali ❤
This song oozes pure pain from every word
Meravigliosa
Your Italian fans are growing 😄 and they really like you
Sei bravissimo!!!
Fantastica❤❤❤
This is her own song, but t is not really a song but the painting of a very sad experience...
Let's go in order, starting from the first verse: "the earth is earth, even without roots". Forgetting one's origins, that is, is impossible. Even when it hurts, even when we want to. “Blood is blood” and “there are families who lose it”, that is: there is no escape from the pain of death, “even if there are vampires”. The event to which the singer refers is probably the most traumatic of her life: the death of her father Giuseppe Mango, who passed away in 2014 when she was just 13 years old.
Meravigliosa❤
Il testo e l'interpretazione sono un pugno nello stomaco. Il dolore di una ragazzina che perde il padre sotto i riflettori, in un mondo di squali, trasuda in ogni gesto e parola
BRAVA ! 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
Mi sembri il bravo ragazzo amicone di tutti mi piace come sei, rispetto per te.
Italian Talent ✨
here she talks about when her father died, what she felt and what happened immediately after with people
Chuck it on 1080p60 guys for better quality!!! 😃🫶🇮🇹
you should react to Annalisa! she was in the festival too and got 3rd,you should listen to her songs like Sinceramente,Bellissima,Mon Amour,Ragazza Sola etc.
she's talking about the situation right after her father's death, Giuseppe Mango. She hated that people that she didn't even know went to her house saying and doing things she found "useless"
Testo🇮🇹 ❤
Ehi, ehi
La terra è terra
Pure senza radici
Pure se non mi tiene attaccata a terra
E mi sporca i vestiti
Mo che te ne vai ricordati della terra
La fila per l'ostia, tutti a bocca aperta
La casa che ti caccia di casa presto
Tanto agosto è capo 'e vierno e piedi dentro la fossa
Sì, lo so, sì, lo so che il sangue è sangue
Ma ci sono vampiri
E ci sono famiglie che perdono sangue
E famiglie felici
Alberi che crescono senza radici
E tarantelle lontane
Scivolano giù al mare, più giù
Io ho imparato a bussare, lo giuro
Cercano il veleno nella spazzatura
Fuori dalla porta della nostra casa
Trovano soltanto 400 mozziconi
Di ospiti impegnati ad abbracciare mamma
Ne conosco pochi, forse nemmeno mi importa
Ma sorrido e chiedo: "Volete un bicchiere d'acqua?"
Stringono i miei zigomi più forte negli spazi tra le nocche
Le vecchie signore in fila indiana
ah
Le vecchie signore, fila indiana
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah
Fila indiana, fila indiana, mhm-mhm-mhm
Ho deciso di far pace con te, pure se mi hai lasciato sola
Ho deciso di far pace con te, pure se mi hai fatto paura
Io non ho più fantasmi sotto le lenzuola
Io conto più fantasmi tra i banchi di scuola
Ho la tavola imbandita, quei bastardi di Natale
Io ero l'essere speciale, ma non hanno avuto cura di me
L'amore è avere cura di me
L'amore era chiamare ogni mattina, una parola per me
Bastava una parola per me
Invece avete solo sete, non mi conoscete
E siete in fila, io sono il vostro prete
Io so cosa vuol dire amare da morire
Ho bisogno di uscire
Non riesco a respirare, devo andare via, ah, ah
ah, ah
Le vecchie signore, fila indiana
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) ah, ah
Fila indiana, fila indiana, ah, ah, ah
Cercano veleno nella spazzatura
Fuori dalla porta della nostra casa
Trovano soltanto 400 mozziconi
Di ospiti impegnati ad abbracciare mamma
Ne conosco pochi, forse nemmeno mi importa
Ma sorrido e chiedo: "Volete un bicchiere d'acqua?"
Stringono i miei zigomi più forte negli spazi tra le nocche
Le vecchie signore in fila indiana
ah, ah
Le vecchie signore in fila indiana
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) fila indiana, ah
Ah, fila indiana, fila indiana, ah, ah, ah
La terra che non mi tiene attaccata a terra forse la presa dal modo di dire che abbiamo qui in italia quando uno si isola nei suoi pensieri, quando vediamo uno che sta isolato nei suoi pensieri gli diciamo ohh stai attaccato con i piedi a terra.
Strepitosa Angelina
land is land (land where someone live)
even without roots
even if it doesn't keep me tied to the land I live in
And it gets my clothes dirty
Now that you are leaving, remember the land where you lived
The queue for the consecrated host, everyone with their mouths open
The house that kicks you out early
In any case, August is "cap' 'and Vierno" (the uncertain climate of August is already a prologue to the cold season)
and foot inside the grave (be at death's door)
Yes I know, yes I know that blood is blood
But there are vampires (sneaky and manipulative people)
And there are families that lose blood
And happy families
Trees growing up without roots (she is a tree without roots)
And distant tarantellas slide down to the sea, further down
I learned to knock, I swear
They look for poison in the garbage
Outside the door of our house (sneaky and manipulative people who looked for some scoop during the period of her father's death)
They only find four hundred butts (400 butts means that the outsiders even during such a moment could not stay out of it)
Of guests busy hugging mum
I know few of them, maybe I don't even care, but I smile (400 butts of stranger people)
And I ask: “Do you want a glass of water?” (she was kind even in that situation)
They squeeze my cheekbones tighter in the spaces between their knuckles (people squeezed her cheekbones out of compassion)
The old ladies in queue
I have decided to make peace with you Even if you left me alone
I have decided to make peace with you Even if you scared me
I no longer have ghosts under the sheets
(here she speaks with her father, he died during a concert)
I count more ghosts among the school desks
I have a table set with Christmas bastards
(she is referring to false friends and family)
I was a special being but they didn't take care of me
Love is taking care of me
Love is calling every morning, a word for me
One word was enough for me
Instead you are just thirsty and you don't know me and you are in line (people who want to take advantage of the situation)
I am your priest
I know what it means to love to death
I need to go out
I can't breathe, I have to leave
She is incredible. Italy is proud of her ❤
How much funny it was if you were falling in that moment
Still waiting for Annalisa..🤗😘
Trovano soltanto 400 " mozziconi " (non culi) di ospiti impegnati ad abbracciare mamma (un gesto per portare le condoglianze) 😅
the subtitles dont catch a lot right
she is talking about an old southern italian tradition of men greeting a family loss showing their butts, She sings about those days where hundreds of men where showing their butts in front of her house to be close to the family after the loss of Mango. A beautiful gesture from them 🥰
È un errore di traduzione dei sottotitoli parla di mozziconi ( di sigaretta) ed è tradotto butts culi 😅 non so di cosa parli tu😂
she is taking about cigarette butts, mozziconi di sigaretta, left by all the people queuing.
React to "ci pensiamo domani" or "che t'o dico a fa"
please react to AFGAN SHALLOW WATER.
his voice ,his falsetto verybeautiful.
i hope you will like it
thanky
Bro reaction song (Doch may) vanda ft mesa
"Fila indiana" means simply "Single file"
Do You know what mean Cadz in italian? 😂
Listen to the song "Sinceramente" by Annalisa!
This the most confused reaction I've ever seen. It's the line for the condolences of her father's death.
Bro, male reaction of, Clara: origami all'alba
I love her but this one isn't good to be honest 😅
Terrible song 👍
If the lyrics were actually well translated you would know the song is amazing
Sorry,I' m italian and understand all the lirics 😊
@@ail-on3px e allora hai un problema
@@wolves8802 oppure ce l'hai tu
Bellissima canzone
😃😃