Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Autunno Dolciastro, artist - Carmen Consoli. Album song Mediamente Isterica, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Universal Music Italia
Song language: Italian
Autunno Dolciastro(original) |
| Lentamente tra una pagina e l’altra di un libro qualunque |
| Ingannavo l’attesa, già settembre |
| Poche voci distanti e un autunno distratto al di là dei vetri |
| Quasi speravo che non arrivassi più |
| Quasi credevo che non mi mancassi |
| Eppure stavo aspettando |
| Distrarsi sembrava piuttosto facile |
| Credevo di sopportare la tua indifferenza |
| Cercando pretesti e rimedi inutili |
| Eri tu quel tasto dolente |
| Eri tu, autunno dolciastro, eri tu |
| Freddamente valutavo i miei limiti |
| I gesti avventati, le frequenti rinunce |
| Era tardi e bruciavano gli occhi |
| Fissavo il soffitto, il mio letto disfatto |
| Quasi speravo che non arrivassi più |
| Quasi credevo che non mi mancassi |
| Eppure stavo aspettando |
| Distrarsi sembrava piuttosto facile |
| Credevo di sopportare la tua indifferenza |
| Cercando pretesti e rimedi inutili |
| Credevo di soffocare la mia insofferenza |
| Eri tu quel tasto dolente |
| Eri tu, autunno dolciastro |
| Eri tu quel tasto dolente |
| Eri tu, autunno dolciastro |
| Autunno dolciastro, autunno dolciastro |
| Autunno dolciastro, autunno dolciastro |
| Autunno |
| (translation) |
| Slowly between one page and another of any book |
| I was deceiving the wait, already in September |
| A few distant voices and a distracted autumn beyond the windows |
| I almost hoped you would not arrive anymore |
| I almost thought I didn't miss you |
| Yet I was waiting |
| Getting distracted seemed easy enough |
| I thought I could bear your indifference |
| Looking for useless pretexts and remedies |
| You were that sore point |
| It was you, sweet autumn, it was you |
| I coldly assessed my limits |
| The rash gestures, the frequent renunciations |
| It was late and their eyes stung |
| I stared at the ceiling, at my unmade bed |
| I almost hoped you would not arrive anymore |
| I almost thought I didn't miss you |
| Yet I was waiting |
| Getting distracted seemed easy enough |
| I thought I could bear your indifference |
| Looking for useless pretexts and remedies |
| I thought I was suffocating my impatience |
| You were that sore point |
| It was you, sweet autumn |
| You were that sore point |
| It was you, sweet autumn |
| Sweet autumn, sweet autumn |
| Sweet autumn, sweet autumn |
| Fall |