Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A La Memoria De Giulia, artist - Franco Battiato. Date of issue: 22.03.1997
Song language: Spanish
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 |
| (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 |