Pierangelo Bertoli (November 5, 1942 - October 7, 2002) was an Italian sing… Read Full Bio ↴Pierangelo Bertoli (November 5, 1942 - October 7, 2002) was an Italian singer-songwriter and poet. Close to libertarian communist issues his works told mainly about the environment, laïcité, antimilitarism and social issues regarding marginalized and rebellious people.
Born in Sassuolo, in the Province of Modena and belonging to a working class family, when he was 4 he suffered of poliomyelitis and he lost the use of his legs. He started his singing career at the end of 1973, with the album Rosso colore dell'amore and one year later with the self-produced album Roca Blues. One of his most famous albums was the 1979 "A muso duro".
Married to Bruna, he had 3 sons, Emiliano, Petra and Alberto, also a singer.
In 1990 he worked with Elio e le Storie Tese, and in 1991 with Tazenda. In 1992 he took part in the Sanremo Music Festival.
Bertoli died in Modena on October 7, 2002.
Born in Sassuolo, in the Province of Modena and belonging to a working class family, when he was 4 he suffered of poliomyelitis and he lost the use of his legs. He started his singing career at the end of 1973, with the album Rosso colore dell'amore and one year later with the self-produced album Roca Blues. One of his most famous albums was the 1979 "A muso duro".
Married to Bruna, he had 3 sons, Emiliano, Petra and Alberto, also a singer.
In 1990 he worked with Elio e le Storie Tese, and in 1991 with Tazenda. In 1992 he took part in the Sanremo Music Festival.
Bertoli died in Modena on October 7, 2002.
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Pierangelo Bertoli Lyrics
A muso duro E adesso che farò non so che dire Ho freddo come…
Bartali Farà piacere un bel mazzo di rose e anche il rumore…
Caccia alla volpe Suoni di passi nella via, lui bussa alla porta Ed entra…
Certi momenti Anna che hai scavalcato le montagne E hai preso a…
Eppure soffia E l'acqua si riempie di schiuma, il cielo di fumi…
Fiume nero In silenzio scesero dal monte gli eroi Come un lurido fiume…
Il buio Prima ci fu un lampo e poi l'oscurità Dall'innocenza alla r…
L'odore del porto Notte umida e opaca Questo buio riaccende i miei incubi e…
La verità La verità tra te e me si arricchirà di volti…
Leggenda antica La donna senza nome disse al giovane signore sei bello e v…
Meglio così E mentre il sole trova il suo limite Le mie parole…
Sera di Gallipoli Così è passata la domenica sul mare sugli scogli, fino a…