Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Primo Maggio, artist - Marlene Kuntz. Album song The EMI Album Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: EMI Music Italy
Song language: Italian
Primo Maggio(original) |
Dunque: quel giorno la catturai al volo |
Discendente dall’alto come un soffio ultraterreno |
E mi circonfuse di luce in un baleno |
Come un santo, Dio santo! |
Ma dalla testa al suolo |
E mi sembrava di sublimare |
O almeno di uscirmene fuori dal normale |
Era davvero come dileguare: |
Collegai la spina e tutto divent speciale |
Ero dentro la mia realt |
Con un senso eccitato di morbida libert |
Ero dentro la mia realt |
E la vita nei pressi era solamente un’entit |
Dunque quel giorno mi detti da fare: |
Sentivo che dovevo meritare quel dono |
Scrissi e riscrissi mirando all’unisono |
Che mi intonasse con il tremito sonoro |
Che mi faceva come sublimare |
O almeno uscire fuori dal normale; |
Che era davvero come un tintinnare |
Di scosse gradite e dal ritmo un po' speciale |
Ero dentro la mia realt |
Con un senso eccitato di morbida libert |
Ero dentro la mia realt |
E la vita nei pressi era solamente un’entit |
Ma il giorno seguente non mi piaceva niente |
Tranne una frase giocosa ed eloquente |
Diceva: |
(translation) |
So: that day I caught it on the fly |
Descending from above like an otherworldly breath |
And it filled me with light in a flash |
Like a saint, holy God! |
But from head to ground |
And I seemed to sublimate |
Or at least to get out of the ordinary |
It was really like disappearing: |
I plugged in and everything became special |
I was inside my reality |
With an excited sense of soft freedom |
I was inside my reality |
And the life nearby was only an entity |
So that day I got busy: |
I felt I had to deserve that gift |
I wrote and rewrote aiming in unison |
That he tuned me with the sonorous tremor |
Which made me sublimate |
Or at least get out of the ordinary; |
That was really like a jingle |
Of welcome shocks and a somewhat special rhythm |
I was inside my reality |
With an excited sense of soft freedom |
I was inside my reality |
And the life nearby was only an entity |
But the next day I didn't like anything |
Except a playful and eloquent phrase |
She said: |