Translation of the song lyrics A La Memoria De Giulia - Franco Battiato

A La Memoria De Giulia (original)

La cama de niquel donde me esperabas de muy joven
El radiogramófono que cogía todo
Cuando te llevaba a aquel café
«Traiga fresas con nata» decía
Y soberbio te miraba mientras el otro
Se giraba haciendo muecas
Mofándose de mí
Aquella foto que llevaba siempre encima
Antes que un cajón la guardase y desluciese
Supe así de tu muerte
Y recordé cada rizo
Y en tu semblante la suerte
Mi memoria saca fuera recuerdos de un sombrero
Sin que yo pueda elegir los que quiero
He tenido alegrías.
A veces
Nos dormíamos los tres
Yo, tu madre y tú en la misma cama
Cuanta inocencia, que santa Trinidad
Era un gesto de afecto y de respeto
¡Oh memoria!
Porque me engañas
Porque como si fuese viento
Me echas este polvo hacia mis ojos;
Acariciaba tus rodillas
Y tu corazón reía satisfecho
He tenido alegrías, sí
Te recuerdo así, mi pobre Giulia
Clara y risueña
Impaciente me esperaba la vida
Y el viento muy leve de mañana
Se llevaba cada cosa
Tenía diecisiete años

A La Memoria De Giulia (translation)

The nickel bed where you waited for me when you were very young
The radiogramophone that took everything
When I took you to that cafe
"Bring strawberries and cream" it said
And proud he looked at you while the other
He turned around making faces
mocking me
That photo that I always carried with me
Before a drawer kept it and tarnished
I knew that way about your death
And I remembered every curl
And in your countenance luck
My memory pulls out memories of a hat
Without me being able to choose the ones I want
I have had joys.
Sometimes
The three of us slept
Me, your mother and you in the same bed
How much innocence, that holy Trinity
It was a gesture of affection and respect
oh memory!
Fool me because
Because as if it were wind
You throw this powder towards my eyes;
caressed your knees
And your heart laughed satisfied
I have had joys, yes
I remember you like this, my poor Giulia
Clear and smiling
I was impatiently waiting for my life
And the very light wind of tomorrow
He took everything
I was seventeen