Angelo A. Mazzotti (Vocals, Electric guitar and Kazoo)         
Andreas Günther (Piano and Keys)  
Christian Kullack (Bass guitar)  
Janco Bystron (Drums)  
Alex Gibson (Trumpet and Flughorn)  


Angelo A. Mazzotti’s lyrics, with translations into English


Essere umano

Se mi incontri per la strada celi la nervosità,
pensi che non me ne accorga della tua ostilità.
Per il colore della pelle mi vorresti via di qua,
pensi solo con la pancia e lo fai senza onestà.

È soltanto che mi pare strano,
non mi so spiegare perché
non sarei anch’io un essere umano

Sei deluso e amareggiato, non accetti la realtà,
ma non mia, ma di te stesso è la responsabilità.

È soltanto che mi pare strano,
non mi so spiegare perché
non sarei anch’io un essere umano


Human being – Being human

If you bump into me on the street, you hide your nervousness,
you think I don’t notice your hostility.
Because of the colour of my skin, you’d like me gone from here,
you think only with your gut and you do so dishonestly.

It’s just that it seems strange to me,
I can’t explain why
I shouldn’t be a human being too

You’re disappointed and embittered; you won’t accept reality,
but the responsibility lies not with me, but with you.

It’s just that it seems strange to me,
I can’t explain why
I shouldn’t be a human being too

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B-Movie

Proprio un B-Movie
il film che sto girando:
banalità, sceneggiatura traballante,
eppure non so far meglio,
io non so recitare,
ma almeno ridi perché ti diverte il kitsch.

Battute ricopiate, scenografie riusate
e poi la star – che sarei io –
ha solo due espressioni.
Quanto a emozioni,
descritte nel soggetto, sono banali
ed è peggio di una soap.

Che film!
Un Oscar credo non lo vincerà,
ma questa storia tra noi
un lieto fine lo avrà.


B-Movie

It really is a B-movie,
this film I’m shooting:
clichés, a shaky script,
and yet I can’t do any better;
I can’t act,
but at least you laugh because you enjoy the kitsch.

Copied-and-pasted lines, reused sets,
and then the star – that’s me –
has only two expressions.
As for the emotions,
as described in the script, they’re banal
and it’s worse than a soap opera.

What a film!
I don’t think it’ll win an Oscar,
but this story between us
will have a happy ending.

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Flat and sharp

Flying high is not for people cool and smart,
I live my life with honesty
You think that you know all, but you need another start,
Don’t hide your doubts, ‘cause pride can be misery

Get help can’t make it alone
Even if you did, no fun on your own
I cry, but there’s nothing wrong,
Souls need sometimes water to grow and get strong.

You just take a better look around you now
You know, in your fears you’re not alone
By making the first step – look inside you know how –
The change you get will hit you just like a stone.

Get help can’t make it alone
Even if you did, no fun on your own
I cry, but there’s nothing wrong,
Souls need sometimes water to grow and get strong.

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Se vuoi

Canta se vuoi!
Dolcissima la brezza punge il viso.
Come si fa a tener chiuso in bocca quel sorriso?
Pazienza se ci bagneremo un po'

Nuvola scaccia quest'ansia che è in me!
portaci in volo sui tetti con te.

Corri se vuoi!
In te rivedo un pezzo di me stesso.
Come si fa a non gettarsi sopra l'erba adesso?
Pazienza, se ci stiam bagnando un po'
con l'acqua che fa.

Nuvola scaccia quest'ansia che è in me!
Portaci in volo sui tetti con te.



If you want to

Sing if you want to!
With the sweet breeze stinging your face, how can you keep that smile inside your mouth?
It won't matter if we get a little wet if it starts to rain.

Cloud, chase away the worries inside me,
fly us over the rooftops.

Run if you want to!
I see part of myself in you.
How can we resist rolling on the grass now?
It doesn’t matter if we are getting a little wet, since it's pouring with rain.

Cloud, chase away the worries inside me.
Fly us over the rooftops.

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Yardbird suite

“Chirp” cries the yardbird as the wind grows strong,
and now it’s raining cats and dogs.
He shouldn’t really stay out there.

He doesn’t mind, though, and he sings along,
the beat comes from the falling drops,
the bass from the wind.

“Tee-dl-dee-dl-doo” he sings it backwards,
how I wish I could do that too!
But I can harmonize, while even though I felt so blue,
now it is all through.

Now sings the yardbird as the wind blows strong.
I’m totally wet now
for singing this yardbird song.

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What?

If you have a conversation
With friend or relation,
keep in mind what I‘m saying now
‘cause it happens a lot
that there is a lack of understanding.
Incomprehensions aren’t nice,
So, this is my advice on the subject you should stick to:

Free solutions of equations and
compact relations on a lattice of tangents
with a matrix of three semi-compact alpha-Banach spaces.

“What?”

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Mezza pasticca

Mezza pasticca me la prendo
Anche se ancora non sto male,
nemico è il dubbio che mi assale
ora.

Dov’è finita quella forza?
Rimetti tutto in discussione,
comprendi di quale emozione
sei stato vittima.

Quando il panico ti prende
Pensi che non ce la farai,
che certo non ne uscirai
vivo.

Ma con l’aiuto hai imparato
cosa affrontare o evitare,
fino al momento di capire
che è stato un bene.

Sono io questo?
Prima o adesso
Non riconosco me…



Half a tablet

I’ll take half a tablet
Even though I’m not feeling unwell yet,
the enemy is the doubt that’s assailing me
right now.

Where has that strength gone?
You question everything,
you realise what emotion
you’ve fallen victim to.

When panic takes hold of you,
you think you won’t make it,
that you certainly won’t come out of it
alive.

But with help, you’ve learnt
what to face and what to avoid,
until the moment you realise
that it was for the best.

Is this really me?
Whether then or now,
I don’t recognise myself…

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Vecchio album

Che strano rivederti ragazzina,
l’immagine di te come rapita,
saper che più in là ti avrei incontrata.
Conoscere il futuro di una foto,
e mi risento già come un bambino
davanti a ciò che fa di noi il destino.
Rimetto via quel vecchio album,
sennò poi te ne accorgerai.

Quest’aria che respiro cos’è?
Qualcosa sta cambiando,
cosa mi succede,
cosa devo fare?
Non so più aspettare,
non so stare senza te!

Il tempo gioca un po’ con la memoria,
che se ne va e poi torna all’improvviso,
destando su di noi quel bel sorriso.

Rimetto via quel vecchio album,
sennò poi te ne accorgerai.

Quest’aria che respiro cos’è?
Qualcosa sta cambiando,
cosa mi succede,
cosa devo fare?
Non so più aspettare,
non so stare senza te!



Old photo album

How strange to see you again as a little girl,
that image of you as if spellbound,
knowing that I’d meet you later on.
To know the future from a photograph,
and I already feel like a child again
in the face of what fate has in store for us.
I’ll put that old photo album away,
otherwise you’ll notice.

What is this air I’m breathing?
Something’s changing,
what’s happening to me,
what should I do?
I can’t wait any longer,
I can’t bear to be without you!

Time plays a little game with memory,
which slips away and then returns suddenly,
bringing that lovely smile back to our faces.

I’ll put that old album away,
otherwise you’ll notice.

What is this air I’m breathing?
Something’s changing,
what’s happening to me,
what should I do?
I can’t wait any longer,
I can’t bear to be without you!


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Sofa swing

Ich bin soweit,
nein, keinen Streit
wegen dem Hemd, das du nicht magst,
doch die anderen sind viel zu eng!

Du siehst besonders strahlend aus,
mit dir verlas-se ich nun stolz das Haus.
Wir müssen aber schon zurück,
denn ich habe kein Geld,
bitte sei nicht so streng!

Seit Wochen fragst du mich,
ob ich dich nicht doch einmal mit
zum Tanzen nehm’:
gar kein Problem,
Swing tanzen wäre grandios.

Aber was ist los?
Wo soll’n die Karten sein?
Tanzen wir doch auf uns’rem Sofa allein…




Couch swing

I'm ready,
No, let's not argue
about the shirt you don't like,
It's the only one that fits me!

You look really fabulous,
I am proud to go out with you.
But we have to go back
I don't have any money with me,
Don't be angry with me!

You've been asking me
to take you out for weeks
to dance with me.
That's fine with me,
I'd love to swing.

But what's the matter now?
Where have I put the tickets?
I guess we'll just have to dance on the couch just the two of us...


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