Translation of the song lyrics Canzone Della Bambina Portoghese - Francesco Guccini

Canzone Della Bambina Portoghese (original)

E poi e poi, gente viene qui e ti dice
Di sapere gia' ogni legge delle cose
E tutti, sai, vantano un orgoglio cieco
Di verita' fatte di formule vuote
E tutti, sai, ti san dire come fare,
Quali leggi rispettare, quali regole osservare,
Qual e' il vero vero,
E poi, e poi, tutti chiusi in tante celle,
Fanno a chi parla piu' forte
Per non dir che stelle e morte fan paura.
Al caldo del sole, al mare scendeva la bambina portoghese
Non c’eran parole, rumori soltanto come voci sospese.
Il mare soltanto, e il suo primo bikini amaranto,
Le cose piu' belle e la gioia del caldo alla pelle.
Gli amici vicino sembravan sommersi dalla voce del mare;
O sogni o visioni qualcosa la prese e si mise a pensare;
Senti' che era un punto al limite di un continente,
Senti' che era un niente, l’Atlantico immenso di fronte.
E in questo sentiva qualcosa di grande
Che non riusciva a capire, che non poteva intuire;
Che avrebbe spiegato, se avesse capito lei, e l’oceano infinito;
Ma il caldo l’avvolse, si senti' svanire e si mise a dormire.
E fu solo del sole, come di mani future.
Restaron soltanto il mare e un bikini amaranto.
E poi e poi, se ti scopri a ricordare,
Ti accorgerai che non te ne importa niente.
E capirai che una sera o una stagione
Son come lampi, luci accese e dopo spente.
E capirai che la vera ambiguita'
E' la vita che viviamo, il qualcosa che chiamiamo esser uomini,
E poi, e poi, che quel vizio che ci uccidera'
Non sara' fumare o bere, ma il qualcosa che ti porti dentro,
Cioe' vivere

(translation)

And then and then, people come here and tell you
To already know every law of things
And they all, you know, boast blind pride
Truths made of empty formulas
And everyone, you know, will you know how to do it,
Which laws to respect, which rules to observe,
What's the real real,
And then, and then, all closed in many cells,
They make those who speak louder
Not to mention that stars and death are frightening.
In the heat of the sun, the Portuguese girl went down to the sea
There were no words, noises only like suspended voices.
The sea only, and her first bikini of her amaranth,
The most beautiful things and the joy of warmth to the skin.
The close friends seemed overwhelmed by the voice of the sea;
Either dreams or visions something took her and she began to think;
Felt that she was a point on the edge of a continent,
He felt that it was nothing, the immense Atlantic in front of him.
And in this she felt something great
That she couldn't understand, that she couldn't guess;
That she would have explained, if he had understood her, and the infinite ocean;
But the heat enveloped her, she felt herself vanish and she went to sleep.
And it was only of the sun, as of future hands.
Only the sea and an amaranth bikini remained.
And then and then, if you find yourself remembering,
You will find that you don't care.
And you will understand that an evening or a season
They are like lightning, lights on and then off.
And you will understand that the true ambiguity
It's the life we ​​live, the something we call being men,
And then, and then, that the vice that will kill us
It won't be smoking or drinking, but the something you carry inside,
That is to live