Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come faceva freddo, artist - Nada. Date of issue: 24.10.2012
Song language: Italian
Come faceva freddo(original) |
| Le finestre non sono tutte uguali |
| anche le porte hanno un’anima |
| sentire sempre le stesse cose |
| purtroppo due vite noiose |
| Lui invece ogni giorno era nuovo |
| è lui la cosa che ho persa |
| apriva una porta sei piani di scale |
| ogni giorno una cosa diversa |
| Come faceva freddo |
| com’era bello che lui fosse lì |
| lui mi guardava |
| come faceva freddo |
| Come faceva freddo |
| com’era bello che io fosse lì |
| lui mi stringeva |
| come faceva freddo |
| Anche le finestre avevano un cuore |
| c’era una porta che faceva rumore |
| e mentre lui moriva d’inedia |
| lo scongiuravo dall’unica sedia |
| come faceva freddo |
| com’era bello che lui fosse lì |
| apro una porta sei piani di scale |
| ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più |
| Come faceva freddo |
| com’era bello che lui fosse lì |
| lui mi guardava |
| come… come faceva freddo |
| Anche le finestre avevano un cuore |
| c’era una porta che faceva rumore |
| e mentre lui moriva d’inedia |
| io lo scongiuravo dall’unica sedia |
| come faceva freddo |
| com’era bello che lui fosse lì |
| apro una porta sei piani di scale |
| ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più |
| Come faceva freddo |
| come faceva freddo |
| lui mi guardava |
| come faceva freddo |
| (translation) |
| Not all windows are the same |
| even the doors have a soul |
| always feel the same things |
| unfortunately two boring lives |
| He, on the other hand, was new every day |
| he is the thing that I have lost |
| opened a door six floors of stairs |
| something different every day |
| How cold it was |
| how beautiful it was that he was there |
| he looked at me |
| how cold it was |
| How cold it was |
| how beautiful it was that I was there |
| he held me |
| how cold it was |
| The windows also had a heart |
| there was a door that made a noise |
| and while he was dying of starvation |
| I begged him from the one chair |
| how cold it was |
| how beautiful it was that he was there |
| I open a door six floors of stairs |
| there are his paintings of him but he is no longer there |
| How cold it was |
| how beautiful it was that he was there |
| he looked at me |
| like… how cold it was |
| The windows also had a heart |
| there was a door that made a noise |
| and while he was dying of starvation |
| I begged him from the one chair |
| how cold it was |
| how beautiful it was that he was there |
| I open a door six floors of stairs |
| there are his paintings of him but he is no longer there |
| How cold it was |
| how cold it was |
| he looked at me |
| how cold it was |