Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Levante, artist - Murubutu
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Song language: Italian
Levante(original) |
Io che sognavo di volare sopra i suoi respiri |
Ma che i profili dei camini non li vidi mai |
Perché tanti dei miei voli erano solo voli falliti |
Come i primi tentativi dei fratelli Wright |
C'è chi dice viva nei miti e trasporti i sogni alle folle |
Che abbia insegnato a stare attenti alle forme, a stare a tempo alle foglie |
Che abbia una scienza enorme nel coglierle |
Che abbia insegnato le movenze alle fronde delle paulonie |
Attenti ad affondi e a manovre alla rotta delle flotte delle parole |
Arrivano dal fondo senza dire mai dove |
Si dice che parli attraverso i via vai nei laghi delle onde di polvere |
O il battito delle porte imposte esposte ad ovest |
Io credo a chi sa leggere i pollini sollevati nei vortici |
(Sì) Senza sbagliare scia |
Per me non è un evento, è un concetto |
O almeno è un elemento in concerto |
Che manda le navi del senso sugli scogli della sua armonia |
Un giorno lo vidi, sulla linea costiera cosparsa di viti |
Una piccola casa in sassi e lamiera, tra lavanda e ulivi |
Là in mezzo sommerso dove il sole divora i crinali |
Non sentivo più freddo, avevo solo gli occhi più chiari e puliti |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
Muove le barche poi entra in un bar che oggi non apre |
Il proprietario ricorda il proprio padre |
Quante volte ha letto «chiuso per lutto» |
Ma non immaginava il giorno in cui l’avrebbe scritto |
Sospetto esista una vita oltre la morte, ho degli indizi |
Ma mancano le prove, gli indirizzi |
Perché si mangia tutto, cannibalismo |
Vandalismo come Wanna Marchi, Wannalismo |
Si porta via le foglie, l’acqua e il resto dello staff |
Facendo saltare i ponti e gli innocenti, come la mafia |
Voliamo tutti, volenti o nolenti |
E ci pisciamo sopra i piedi involontariamente |
Pollini virali veicolati in spirali |
E Cristo si ferma ad Eboli, perché teme l’ebola |
E lei teme di andarsene e mi stampa il sale sulla lingua |
E fa per piangere, ma temo sia il vento, o che finga |
La spiaggia va a finire nella mia granita di sangria |
E mi insabbia il corpo, come la polizia |
Ma io mi sento al centro del mondo come se le stelle |
Fossero occhi di altri sulla mia pelle |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
Qui dove ogni opposto convive |
Fischia tra i pilastri le tue melodie |
Sto in piedi sull’orlo del cratere |
I capelli sembrano bandiere |
Sciolte al Sole o appese fiere su di un’asta |
Qua stanno dritte come la coda di un Amstaff |
Il tempo passa |
Mellifluo come in una vasca di melassa |
La mia musa è grassa, nera e vestita con un kaftan |
L’animale sale da lei sulle zampe |
Salivando perché il fare è ipnotizzante |
Questa pozza appare come un mare grande |
Quando spira l’aria arriva da Levante |
E quante stelle si ammazzano per un grazie? |
Tante, si ammassano insieme come in un cluster |
Al che cavalco Pegaso tra le galassie |
Adesso che le mascelle hanno levato tutte le ganasce |
Che allo stupore non c'è fine |
Un campo di cardi e noi stesi sulle traversine |
Sulle traversie delle mie trenta e più candeline |
Tu soffi ed il fuoco sembra raggiungere le cime |
Non lo spegnere |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
(translation) |
I who dreamed of flying over his breaths |
But I never saw the profiles of the fireplaces |
Because so many of my flights were just failed flights |
Like the first attempts of the Wright brothers |
There are those who say live in myths and transport dreams to crowds |
That she taught to be careful of shapes, to stay in time with the leaves |
That he has enormous science in grasping them |
That he taught the movements to the branches of the paulonia |
Beware of lunges and maneuvers on the route of the fleets of words |
They come from the bottom without ever saying where |
It is said that you speak through the comings and goings in the lakes of dust waves |
Or the knock of the imposed doors facing west |
I believe in those who can read the pollen raised in the vortexes |
(Yes) Without making a mistake |
For me it is not an event, it is a concept |
Or at least it's an element in concert |
That sends the ships of sense on the rocks of its harmony |
One day I saw him, on the vine-strewn coastline |
A small house in stones and sheet metal, between lavender and olive trees |
There in the submerged middle where the sun devours the ridges |
I didn't feel cold anymore, I just had clearer and cleaner eyes |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
He moves the boats then enters a bar that does not open today |
The owner remembers his father |
How many times has he read "closed for mourning" |
But he did not imagine the day he would write it |
I suspect there is a life after death, I have clues |
But there is no evidence, no addresses |
Because you eat everything, cannibalism |
Vandalism as Wanna Marchi, Wannalism |
He takes away the leaves, the water and the rest of the staff |
By blowing up bridges and innocent people, like the mafia |
We all fly, like it or not |
And we piss on our feet involuntarily |
Viral pollens carried in spirals |
And Christ stops at Eboli, because he fears Ebola |
And she is afraid of leaving and presses salt on my tongue |
And she starts to cry, but I'm afraid it's the wind, or she's pretending |
The beach ends up in my sangria granita |
And they cover up my body, like the police |
But I feel in the center of the world as if the stars |
They were other people's eyes on my skin |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
Here where every opposite coexists |
Whistle your melodies between the pillars |
I am standing on the edge of the crater |
The hair looks like flags |
Melted in the sun or hung on a pole |
Here they stand straight like an Amstaff's tail |
Time passes |
Mellifluous as in a tub of molasses |
My muse is fat, black and dressed in a kaftan |
The animal climbs from her on its paws |
Salivating because doing is mesmerizing |
This pool looks like a big sea |
When the air blows it comes from the Levant |
And how many stars are killed for a thank you? |
Many, they are piled together as in a cluster |
At which I ride Pegasus among the galaxies |
Now that the jaws have removed all the jaws |
That there is no end to amazement |
A field of thistles and us lying on the sleepers |
On the troubles of my thirty and more candles |
You blow and the fire seems to reach the tops |
Don't turn it off |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |
'Cause you did not do your math |