Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Venti di sale, artist - Corde Oblique. Album song The Stones of Naples, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Riccardo Prencipe
Song language: Italian
Venti di sale(original) |
«Molte volte la cultura pu? |
essere una forte |
inibizione |
(„questa maledetta cultura!“ esclamava Dubuffet).» |
(Federico |
Zeri) |
Grotte rupestri lass? |
spiazzano le menti pi? |
gi?, |
cubi di case |
sono |
spose del mare e del… |
sale… |
Venti di sale, |
venti di chi… |
sali vento di mare, |
gioca con me… |
mare, venti di mare, |
venti di te, |
venti di chi non risponde… |
sali, vento di mare, |
canta con me, |
riporta |
Dio nelle case e sali, vento di mare, |
canta con me nelle lampare |
nere, |
scalda la notte e anche me. |
Quante sono le menti che |
incoraggiano |
solo s? |
stesse |
e parlano di semplicit?, |
che esiste solo nei romanzi. |
Certe |
canzoni attraversano |
le mura con sacre ironie |
e parlano, senza |
parole, |
quell’unica lingua ch'? |
il suono: |
«oh oh…» |
Sono troppe le menti che |
incoraggiano solo s? |
stesse |
e parlano di semplicit?, |
che esiste |
nei loro romanzi. |
Certe canzoni accarezzano |
le fronti con sacre ironie |
parlano, senza parlare, |
con l’unica lingua ch'? |
il suono: |
«oh oh…» |
«A lot of times knoweldge can be a strong |
inibition |
(„this damned knoweldge“ said Dubuffet)» |
(Federico Zeri) |
Caves |
in the rock over there, |
they slang the minds down here, |
cubes of houses, they |
are |
the brides of the sea and of… |
salt… |
Winds of salt, |
winds of who… |
raise, wind of the sea, |
play with me… |
sea, winds of the sea, |
winds |
of you, |
winds of who doesn’t answer… |
raise, wind of the sea, |
sing with |
me, |
bring God back inside the houses, and |
raise, wind of the sea, |
sing with |
me in the black lamparas, |
warm the night and me too. |
How many are the |
minds who |
only encourage themselves |
and talk about «simplicity», |
a word that |
exists just in their romances. |
There are songs that |
cross the walls with |
sacred ironies, |
they talk without words, |
that unique language that is the |
sound: |
«oh oh…» |
Too many are the minds that |
encourage only |
themselves |
and talk about «simplicity», |
a word that exists just in their |
romances. |
There are songs that |
caress the minds with sacred ironies, |
they |
talk without words, |
that unique language that is the sound: |
«oh oh…» |
(translation) |
«Many times the culture can? |
be strong |
inhibition |
(„This cursed culture!“ Exclaimed Dubuffet). " |
(Federico |
Zeros) |
Rock caves up there? |
displace the minds more? |
already, |
cubes of houses |
I am |
brides of the sea and ... |
salt… |
Twenty of salt, |
twenty of whom ... |
go up the sea wind, |
play with me… |
sea, sea winds, |
twenty of you, |
twenty of those who do not answer ... |
come up, sea wind, |
sing with me, |
reports |
God in the houses and salt, sea wind, |
sing with me in the lamps |
black, |
warms the night and me too. |
How many minds are that |
encourage |
only s? |
same |
and they speak of simplicity, |
which exists only in novels. |
Certain |
songs go through |
the walls with sacred ironies |
and they speak, without |
words, |
that one language that? |
the sound: |
"Oh oh ..." |
There are too many minds that |
only encourage s? |
same |
and they speak of simplicity, |
that exists |
in their novels. |
Some songs caress |
the foreheads with sacred ironies |
they speak, without speaking, |
with the only language that? |
the sound: |
"Oh oh ..." |
"A lot of times knoweldge can be a strong |
inhibition |
(„This damned knoweldge" said Dubuffet) " |
(Federico Zeri) |
Caves |
in the rock over there, |
they slang the minds down here, |
cubes of houses, they |
are |
the brides of the sea and of… |
jump ... |
Winds of salt, |
winds of who ... |
raise, wind of the sea, |
play with me ... |
sea, winds of the sea, |
winds |
of you, |
winds of who doesn't answer ... |
raise, wind of the sea, |
sing with |
myself, |
bring God back inside the houses, and |
raise, wind of the sea, |
sing with |
me in the black lamparas, |
warm the night and me too. |
How many are the |
minds who |
only encourage themselves |
and talk about "simplicity", |
a word that |
exists just in their romances. |
There are songs that |
cross the walls with |
sacred ironies, |
they talk without words, |
that unique language that is the |
sound: |
"Oh oh ..." |
Too many are the minds that |
encourage only |
themselves |
and talk about "simplicity", |
a word that exists just in their |
romances. |
There are songs that |
caress the minds with sacred ironies, |
they |
talk without words, |
that unique language that is the sound: |
"Oh oh ..." |