Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Astimelusa , by - ATARAXIA. Release date: 27.03.1997
Song language: Italian
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Astimelusa , by - ATARAXIA. Astimelusa(original) |
| Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me Davanti: intorno a te vola desiderio d’amore. |
| Astimelusa nulla mi risponde, ma con la sua corona |
| Pare pare un germoglio d’oro, una morbida piuma |
| Ti porgo questa corona d’elicriso, mirti, rose, |
| Tenere fronde, alloro e una collana d’oro |
| Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me Davanti, tra viole, pomi e alcioni dalle lunghe ali |
| Astimelusa nulla mi risponde e guarda tra ciglia |
| Azzurre con quegli occhi struggenti, occhilucente |
| Pare una stella figlia del cielo e della chiara luna, |
| Ti crebbro fra petali di rosa ed alghe porporine |
| Ti prego, metti la tunica bianchissima e vieni a me Davanti, a fior dell’onda, cangiante come il mare |
| Astimelusa nulla mi risponde, screziati manti e veli |
| E fibbie ella si scioglie e non ha tremiti |
| Ho parlato in sogno a te Afrodite, piena splendeva |
| La luna, ora l’amata cetra tocco e canto amore. |
| Alclane, Ibico, Saffo, Anacreonte. |
| (translation) |
| Please, put on your very white tunic and come to me. In front of you: desire for love flies around you. |
| Astimelusa answers me nothing, but with her crown |
| She looks like a golden bud, a soft feather |
| I offer you this crown of helichrysum, myrtles, roses, |
| Hold fronds, laurel and a gold necklace |
| Please put on your very white tunic and come to me in front of you, among violets, apples and long-winged halcyons |
| Astimelusa, she answers nothing and looks through her eyelashes |
| Blue with those heartbreaking eyes, shining eyes |
| It looks like a star born of the sky and of the clear moon, |
| I crebbro between rose petals and purple algae |
| Please put on your white tunic and come to me. In front of the wave, as iridescent as the sea |
| Astimelusa answers me nothing, mottled cloaks and veils |
| And buckles she melts and does not tremble |
| I spoke to Aphrodite in a dream, full she shone |
| The moon, now my beloved zither I touch and sing love. |
| Alclane, Ibycus, Sappho, Anacreon. |