Italian to English Translation?

4 stars, eh? not too shabby. sorry, Kat. that's about as much as I can help with!

I think the title says "An Atrecious desire of freedom"
And then underneath: " After years, the purity of the kings of Seattle still warms the heart"
Not sure about kings = reginetti

Sorry my italian is limited.

Where is that from?

After many years, the true kings of Seattle warm the heart...

Per babelfish...

here's a babelfish translation of the whole article. It's a mess, with quite a bit of nonsense, but you can get the gist of most of it. Don't know if this is helpful at all, hahahaha:

"For cuanto if they the awards praise of it, this is not the disk of the year. And it is not not even stuff ever heard first. But if it stopped you here, you would blunder.

It has been how to do to escape the right woman because to the first appointment did not put the heels: well, beyond the surface, clean Backspacer. Urla of life. It overflows of energy like pits the debut of a twenty-year-old. And, instead, it is the ninth album of a band multimiliardaria. Of a group that it could live doing if same in all the sauces. An attitude very much lontanno from Eddie Vedder and companions, people that spent the years 90 <ad allontanare la propria fama> Between causes to Ticketmaster, you bicker with the untouchable Kurt Cobain, devotion reserved to the fan and not to the media (like during the Vs. Tour) and you repudiate categorical of the videoclip: after the thoughtful laurels from Jeremy, Jeff Ament fece to know of not to want that the actual music was remembered for some attractive image.

In the well and in the badly, the Pearl Jam always have done the actual business. The result is that to listen to Backspacer is how to discover itself still enchanted some right woman to much years from that first appointment. And already the morning, when with Gonna See My Friend is inaugurated a growing emotional imposing. From that spark, Backspacer explodes its office, gives outlet to a longing of insuppressible freedom. For impetus and for the instinctive capacity of to make motive the head (like in the single The Fixer, or in Force of Natures, whereas the Jam pass from the dear Who to inspirations brit punk of fine 70s), Vedder and partners are between the little approachable to the Stones. Only with Paul Young in the heart to the place of the Swinging London (Just Breathe testifies it). Here because, to the face of the habits postmodernisti of to retrace roads passed without to go nowhere, the Pearl Jam yell to be a band years 70.

In the essence. Their song are simple, ooze rock without frills to base of guitars, battery and voice (God, that voice!). To do the difference I respect to the i(n)di(e)oti with the just look and to the philologists without memory, is the requirement of to say still something and the luck of to have (still) something say. Difficult to establish if the secret is in a compositional purity fished for from a period for ingenuous a lot of verse (that of the Zep, of Point zero and of Dennis Hopper in Harley), or in the profound melancholy always present in the modulations vedderiane (impossible not to perceive in Unthought Known the wastes of an ancient pain, of a last rage). It remains a fact: It will be not the squinzia of the year, but with this woman will last at long. Eye."

Anyone wanna clean that up?

We need a go to list of people on here with different languages. Those internet ones just don't cut it.

wolfbear wrote:

We need a go to list of people on here with different languages. Those internet ones just don't cut it.

no, not at all...

I work at Voice of America, which employs people from all over the world...and all they do is translate various news articles.

Unfortunately, one of the few languages we don't work with is Italian...

Un’atroce voglia di libertà
Dopo tanti anni, la puressa retro dei reginetti di Seattle ancora scald ail cuore

Occhio: per quanto se ne decantino le lodi. questo non è nemmeno roba mai sentita prima.

Ma se ti fermassi qui, sbaglieresti. Sarebbe come farsi scappare la donna giusta perché al primo appuntamento non ha messo I tacchi: insomma, oltre la superficie, Backspacer pulsa. Urla di vita. Trabocca di energia come fosse il debutto di un ventenne. E, invece, è il nono album di una band multimiliardaria. Di un gruppo che potrebbe campare rifacendo se stesso in tutte le salse.

Un atteggiamento quanto mai lontano da Eddie Vedder e compagni, gente che ha speso gli anni 90 < ad allontanare la propria fama > fra cause a Ticketmaster, battibecchi con l’intoccabile Kurt Cobain, dedizione riservata ai fan e non ai media (come durante il Vs. Tour) e ripudi categorici del videoclip: dopo gli allori raccolti da Jeremy, Jeff Ament fece sapere di non volere che la propria musica fosse ricordata per qualche bella imagine.

Nel bene e nel male, i Pearl Jam si sono sempre fatti gli affair propri. Il risultato è che ascoltare Backspacer è come scoprisi ancora innamorati della donna giusta a tanti anni da quell primo appuntamento. E già la mattina, quando con Gonna See My Friend si inaugura un crescendo emotoivo imponente. Da quella scintilla, Backspacer esplode la sua carica, dà sfogo a un anelito di libertà insopprimibile. Per impeto e per la capacità instintiva di far muovere la testa (come nel singolo The Fixer, o in Force Of Nature, laddove i Jam passano dagli amati Who ad afflati brit punk di fine 70s), Vedder e soci sono fra I pochissimi avvicinabili agli Stones, Solo con Paul Young nel cuore al posto della Swinging London (Just Breathe lo testimonia).

Ecco perché, alla faccia dei vezzi postmodernisti di ripercorrere strade passate senza andare da nessuna parte, i Pearl Jam urlano di essere una band anni 70. Nell’essenza. Le loro canzoni sono semplici, trasudano rock senza fronzoli a base di chitarre, batteria e voce (Dio, che voce!). A fare la differenza rispetto agli i(n)di(e)oti col look giusto e ai filologi senza memoria, è l’esigenza di dire ancora qualcosa e la fortuna di avere (ancora) qualcosa da dire. Difficile stabilire se il segreto sia in una purezza compositiva pescata da un’epoca per molti versi ingénue (quella degli Zep, di Punto zero e di Dennis Hopper in Harley), o nella malinconia viscerale sempre presente nelle modulazioni vedderiane (impossibile non percepire in Unthought Known i casami di un dolore antico, di una furia passata). Rimane un fatto: non sarà la squinzia dell’anno, ma con questa donna durerà a lungo. Occhio.

Emilio Cozzi

Eduardo Veduardo. wrote:

wolfbear wrote:

We need a go to list of people on here with different languages. Those internet ones just don't cut it.

no, not at all...

I work at Voice of America, which employs people from all over the world...and all they do is translate various news articles.

Unfortunately, one of the few languages we don't work with is Italian...

I certainly didn't mean to belittle any particular service, but with so many great people on the board that do know different languages, my point was that there should be a list that we could go to to get them translated accurately. That's all I was saying..

This was fun, but I didn't get all the way through. Far from it. It's been a while since I spoke Italian well. Here's my take on how far I could get. It's not the greatest. Will be interested to read an expert's take:

A fierce yearning for freedom
After many years, the pure retro of the Kings of Seattle Warms the Heart Again

Heads Up: Even though they're singing its praises, it's not the album of the year. And it's not even stuff you haven't heard before.

But if I've stopped you there, you're making a mistake. It would be like letting the right woman go after your first date because she didn't wear heels. In other words, underneath the surface, Backspacer throbs. It screams with life. It's filled with energy, like the debut record of a twenty-year old. But it's the ninth album from a billionaire band. From a group that could make a living just imitating itself in all its guises.

It's characteristic of Eddie Vedder and the band, who spent the 90s chasing away fame; busying themselves by arguing with Ticketmaster; bickering with the peerless Kurt Cobain; devoting more time to fans than they did the media (like during the Vs. Tour); rejecting music videos (something about Jeff Ament saying he didn't want the music to be recorded with some pretty image.. )

Through good and bad, Pearl Jam has always done the right thing. The result is that listening to Backspacer is like discovering you're in love with the right woman, many years after your first date. And, it's already the morning, when Gonna See My Friend unveils her true depths. With that spark, Backspacer reveals its character, and gives vent to its irrepressible yearning for freedom.

"billionaire band" really?


"Kurt Cobain" yawn.

those are the only two things i didnt like.

thanks for the trans for us dumb americans.