Translation of the song lyrics Sei bellissima - Loredana Bertè

Sei bellissima (original)

Che strano uomo avevo io
Con gli occhi dolci quanto basta
Per farmi dire sempre
«sono ancora tua»
E mi mancava il terreno
Quando si addormentavo sul mio seno
E lo scaldavo con il fuoco della gelosia
Che strana uomo avevo io
Mi teneva sottobraccio
E se cercavo di essere seria
Per lui ero solo un pagliaccio
E poi mi diceva sempre
«non vali che un po' più di niente»
E mi vestivo di ricordi
Per affrontare il presente
E ripensavo ai primi tempi
Quando ero innocente
A quando avevo nei capelli
La luce rossa dei coralli
Quando ambiziosa come nessuna
Mi specchiavo nella luna
E lo obbligavo a dirmi sempre…
Sei bellissima, sei bellissima
Accecato d’amore
Mi stava a guardare
Sei bellissima, sei bellissima
Na na na …
Se pesco chi un giorno ha detto
Il tempo è un gran dottore
Lo lego a un sasso stretto stretto
E poi lo butto in fondo al mare
Sono passati buoni buoni
Un paio d’anni e di stagioni
Ho avuto un paio di avventure
Niente di particolare
Ma io uscivo a cercarti
Nelle strade fra la gente
Mi sembrava di voltarmi all’improvviso
E vederti nuovamente
E mi sembra di sentire ancora…
Sei bellissima, sei bellissima
Accecato d’amore
Mi stava a guardare
Sei bellissima, sei bellissima
Na na na …
Sei bellissima, sei bellissima
Na na na …

Sei bellissima (translation)

What manner of man was mine—so rare, so strange—
His eyes, a touch of honey darkness, just enough
To coax, unbidden, from my mouth each time,
“I am still yours”—the vow that passed my lips.
And ground fled from beneath me, nothing firm,
When he would drift to sleep upon my breast,
And I would warm him with the pyre of my jealousy,
What manner of man was mine—how marvelous, how strange—
He bore me under his arm, a captive sparrow,
And if I sought to don a mask of gravity,
To him, I was the jester in the ring.
And always, always, he would say to me,
“You are worth a trifle more than nothing.”
So I clothed myself in tapestries of memory,
To meet the torrent of the present day,
And pondered all those fledgling, fragile hours,
When innocence was all I wore for armor,
When in my hair there flickered, burning,
The coral’s crimson lantern, fierce and clear,
When none could rival my unquiet longing,
I mirrored my ambition in the moon,
And forced his lips to murmur always…
You are radiant—yes, incandescently so,
Love’s blindness glazed his eyes, he could not see but me,
He gazed at me—a pilgrim at a flame—
You are radiant—yes, incandescently so,
Na na na …
If ever I catch the one who claimed, one idle day,
That time, alone, is sovereign healer—
I’d lash him to a stone—the weight of broken hours—
And cast him to the sea’s abysmal vault.
Days have crept past, meek as sheep,
A handful of years, a scattering of seasons,
I have had a brace of fleeting ventures—
Nothing worthy of remembrance or regret—
Yet still I walked the city night to find you,
Threading through the eddy of unknowing faces,
It seemed that I might turn, as if by lightning struck,
And see you reappear before my eyes,
And still it seems I hear that voice anew…
You are radiant—yes, incandescently so,
Love’s blindness glazed his eyes, he could not see but me,
He gazed at me—a pilgrim at a flame—
You are radiant—yes, incandescently so,
Na na na …
You are radiant—yes, incandescently so,
Na na na …