Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Una Storia Come Questa, artist - Adriano Celentano. Album song Antologia, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 30.07.2020
Record label: Master Tape
Song language: Italian
Una Storia Come Questa(original) |
Mi dicevano gli amici apri gli occhi |
Quella donna non ti sposa per amore… |
Finge un bene che non prova |
Pensa solo a sistemarsi mi dicevano gli amici… |
Io con loro mi arrabbiavo, |
Tutti porci li chiamavo e come no… |
Voi parlate per invidia |
Non vedete che è sincera e anche se… |
Anche se lei mi sposasse per i soldi cosa importa a voi… |
Ma cosa avete dentro al cuore |
Belli amici mi ritrovo |
Voi parlate e non capite |
Non mi importa del suo amore |
A me basta che rimanga una vita insieme a me |
Io l’amo tanto… e l’amerò |
Le piacevano i gioielli |
Le pellicce di visone, le piacevano i regali… |
Alla lunga i suoi capricci |
Mi asciugavano le tasche e rimasi senza soldi… |
Lei mi dice cosa aspetti |
Vuoi mandarmi sulla strada… pensa un po'… |
L’uomo furbo rischia grosso |
Tenta un colpo e gli va bene, ma però… |
Mi andò male il colpo gobbo |
Una ruota in curva mi scoppiò… |
E mentre mi portavan via |
C’era un uomo alle sue spalle |
Si faceva accompagnare |
Mentre mi poratavan via io guardavo le sue mani |
Che stringevano altre mani |
Ed al mio pianto… non si voltò |
Stare dentro c'è un inferno |
Uno pensa tante cose |
Mi prudevano le mani… |
Ma il mio cuore traboccava |
Di un amore senza fine e la voleva perdonare… |
Finalmente sono fuori |
Lei mi dice delinquente |
Proprio a me… |
Li per li non c’ho più visto |
L’ho afferrata per la gola e sempre più… |
La stringevo forte e gli occhi |
Suoi sembravano più grandi… |
E mentre mi portavan via |
Eran bianche le sue mani |
Era fredda la sua pelle |
Io guardavo e non capivo… |
Mentre mi portavan via |
Era mani le sue bianche |
Era pelle la sua fredda |
C’era il treno sulla nebbia… |
Mentre mi portavan via |
C’era nebbia sulla fredda |
Era treno la sua bianca |
La maestra mi picchiava |
Mentre mi portavan via |
Mi piacchiava la maestra |
Treno, pelle, bianca, nebbia… |
La maestra sulla fredda… |
Mentre mi portavan bianca… |
Adriano Celentano — |
(translation) |
Friends told me open your eyes |
That woman does not marry you for love ... |
He pretends a good he does not feel |
Just think about settling down, friends told me ... |
I got angry with them, |
I called them all pigs and how not ... |
You speak out of envy |
Don't you see that she is sincere and even if ... |
Even if she marries me for the money, what does it matter to you ... |
But what do you have inside your heart |
Beautiful friends I find myself |
You speak and do not understand |
I don't care about her love |
For me it is enough that a life remains with me |
I love her so much ... and I will love her |
She liked jewelry |
Mink furs, she liked gifts ... |
In the long run of her her whims |
They dried my pockets and I ran out of money ... |
You tell me what you are waiting for |
Do you want to send me on the road ... she thinks a little ... |
The smart man risks big |
He tries a shot and it's okay, but still ... |
The hunchback shot went wrong |
A wheel in the curve blew me ... |
And as they carried me away |
There was a man behind him |
She was accompanied |
As they carried me away, I looked at his hands |
That shook other hands |
And at my crying… he didn't turn around |
Being inside is hell |
One thinks many things |
My hands were itching ... |
But my heart overflowed |
Of an endless love and he wanted to forgive her ... |
I'm finally out |
You tell me a thug |
Just me ... |
I haven't seen him since |
I grabbed her by the throat and more and more ... |
I held her tight and her eyes |
They seemed older than her ... |
And as they carried me away |
His hands were white |
His skin was cold |
I looked and didn't understand ... |
As they took me away |
It was her white hands |
Her skin was cold |
There was the train in the fog ... |
As they took me away |
There was fog on the cold |
Her white train was her |
The teacher beat me |
As they took me away |
I liked the teacher |
Train, leather, white, fog ... |
The teacher on the cold ... |
While they were carrying me white ... |
Adriano Celentano - |