Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canzone Della Bambina Portoghese, artist - Francesco Guccini. Album song Radici, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: EMI Music Italy
Song language: Italian
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 |