Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le vecchie, artist - Drupi. Album song Playlist: Drupi, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Record label: WM Italy
Song language: Italian
Le vecchie(original) |
Stanno sedute sopra le panchine |
Le vecchie lavandaie del borgo |
E, all’ombra di una pianta sempre verde |
Guardano passare la gente |
Batte lontano la campana del duomo |
Il traffico è quel mostro strano |
La vecchia con il suo rosario in mano |
Sorride e poi torna a pregare piano |
Tra le case e i motorini |
Nei i negozi sempre pieni |
I ricordi della vecchia sono |
Farfalle bianche in volo |
Tra le rive del Ticino |
Sulle foglie del giardino |
I ricordi della vecchia sono |
Farfalle bianche in volo |
Passa un bambino |
Con il suo cane al guinzaglio |
E il tram è quel gigante giallo |
Mentre di corsa il mondo intorno si muove |
A loro piace tanto il sole |
Dentro le mani hanno poco da fare |
Le vecchie stanno lì a guardare |
Sedute al sole, sopra le panchine |
Le vecchie tornano bambine |
Tra le case e i motorini |
Nei i negozi sempre pieni |
I ricordi della vecchia sono |
Farfalle bianche in volo |
Tra le rive del Ticino |
Sulle foglie del giardino |
I ricordi della vecchia sono |
Farfalle bianche in volo |
Farfalle bianche in volo |
(translation) |
They are sitting on the benches |
The old washerwomen of the village |
And, in the shade of an evergreen plant |
They watch the people go by |
The bell of the cathedral beats far away |
Traffic is that weird monster |
The old woman with her rosary in her hand |
She smiles and then goes back to praying softly |
Between the houses and the mopeds |
In the shops that are always full |
The memories of the old woman are |
White butterflies in flight |
Between the banks of the Ticino |
On the leaves of the garden |
The memories of the old woman are |
White butterflies in flight |
A child passes |
With his dog on a leash |
And the tram is that yellow giant |
While the world is moving around in a rush |
They like the sun so much |
Inside their hands they have little to do |
The old women stand there watching |
Sitting in the sun, on the benches |
The old women become little girls again |
Between the houses and the mopeds |
In the shops that are always full |
The memories of the old woman are |
White butterflies in flight |
Between the banks of the Ticino |
On the leaves of the garden |
The memories of the old woman are |
White butterflies in flight |
White butterflies in flight |