Translation of the song lyrics Movimento lento - Annalisa

Movimento lento (original)

La notte taglia a metà
L’anima della città
Tu che ne hai piene le palpebre
Di parolacce romantiche
Suona una radio che fa, ah
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na, ah
Lo scrivo sopra la polvere
Succederà, fermati qua
Vista dalla finestra, ehi tu
La luna sembra un’altra abat-jour
Là fuori è benzina, la luce cammina, è mattina
Sì, però
Ancora un movimento lento
Poi chiami un taxi
Da queste parti facciamo presto
A fare tardi
Ancora un movimento lento
Estate in una goccia sola
Tra la pioggia che ci sfiora
Il cielo rosso, Coca-Cola
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Fino a domani
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Vestito corto, Calle Maravilla
Poche parole, parli la mia lingua
E il caldo torrido su-sulla schiena
E all’alba i postumi di ieri sera
Vicoli di Andalusia
Pensieri senza poesia
Lasciati sopra le macchine
Dove si va? Sempre qua
Vista dalla finestra, ehi tu
La luna sembra un’altra abat-jour
Là fuori è benzina, la luce cammina, è mattina
Sì, però
Ancora un movimento lento
Poi chiami un taxi
Da queste parti facciamo presto
A fare tardi
Ancora un movimento lento
Estate in una goccia sola
Tra la pioggia che ci sfiora
Il cielo rosso, Coca-Cola
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Fino a domani
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
E sei nella mia mente
Come un serpente che si attorciglia
Gente tra la gente
Attimo fuggente, battito di ciglia
Una scena di Almodovar
Sì, magari ti chiamo, magari
Pelle sulla pelle, un sorso di vele
Ma che se va
(Che se ne va)
Ancora un movimento lento
Poi chiami un taxi
Da queste parti facciamo presto
A fare tardi
Ancora un movimento lento
Estate in una goccia sola
Tra la pioggia che ci sfiora
Il cielo rosso, Coca-Cola
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Fino a domani
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Fino a domani

Movimento lento (translation)

Night cleaves in two the trembling rind
Of the city’s spectral soul, unmasked, unhealed,
You, eyelids heavy with its restless tide,
Stuffed with sweet profanities—romance concealed.
A radio distills a sigh, ah—
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na, ah—echoes stray.
I inscribe it all on dust’s indifferent altar,
It will come to pass—pause, remain, delay.
From a borrowed window’s margin, you appear—
The moon, a second lampshade, veiled and pale,
Outside, the wind is gasoline, light walks the street, morning draws near—
Yes, and yet—
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Then you summon a chariot, yellow and bright,
Here, in these quarters, we learn to hasten—
Only to linger late into the night.
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Summer condensed in a single bead,
Where mist, like fingers, grazes us as we go,
Red sky, Coca-Cola: thirst, and need.
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow,
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Until the morrow’s light,
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow,
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Hemmed short, your dress—Calle Maravilla,
Sparse syllables—you answer in my tongue,
The fevered sun still clinging to your spine,
And dawn distills the dregs of songs unsung.
Alleyways of Andalusia, labyrinthine,
Thoughts stripped of poetry, stripped bare,
Left atop the slumbering engines,
Where do we go? Always here, always there.
From a borrowed window’s margin, you appear—
The moon, a second lampshade, veiled and pale,
Outside, the wind is gasoline, light walks the street, morning draws near—
Yes, and yet—
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Then you summon a chariot, yellow and bright,
Here, in these quarters, we learn to hasten—
Only to linger late into the night.
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Summer condensed in a single bead,
Where mist, like fingers, grazes us as we go,
Red sky, Coca-Cola: thirst, and need.
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow,
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Until the morrow’s light,
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow,
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
And you coil within my mind’s dominion,
A serpent winding in secret delight,
Crowds within crowds, all faces, all shadow,
A fleeting instant—a lash-flick, a flight.
A scene unwound from Almodóvar’s gaze,
Yes, perhaps I’ll call, or perhaps I’ll refrain,
Skin upon skin, a draught from wind-blown sails,
If only it departs—
(If only it departs—)
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Then you summon a chariot, yellow and bright,
Here, in these quarters, we learn to hasten—
Only to linger late into the night.
Again that movement, languorous and slow,
Summer condensed in a single bead,
Where mist, like fingers, grazes us as we go,
Red sky, Coca-Cola: thirst, and need.
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow,
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Until the morrow’s light,
(Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh) Until the morrow