Lyrics of La precarietà - Nicola Arigliano

La precarietà (original)

Lui, un vecchio professore d’arte
Era un po' suo padre, un po' suo amante
Ma quando lei abbassava le ciglia
Si capiva che… non era la figlia
Lei aveva molti anni di meno
Erano scesi un mattino da un treno
Ogni tanto gli carezzava la barba
Lei le metteva a posto la sciarpa
Ma cosa importa in fondo l’et
l’innocenza, la precariet
O soltanto una bocca nuda
Che bacia una smorfia o una ruga
Lei compiva gli anni a novembre
Era poco pi che adolescente
Piena di ragni ed incertezze
Ricoperta di piume o carezze
Lui processava la sua impazienza
Condannando l’inesperienza
Lei barricava I suoi pensieri
Da tutti quei sogni di ieri
Ma cosa importa in fondo l’et
la lussuria, la precariet
Lui un giorno era risorto
Tutto nuovo nel suo corpo
Lui poteva sembrare suo padre
Ma accarezzava le sue gambe magre
Come un bambino attaccato al seno
Si godeva quel dolce veleno
E quando n’ebbero abbastanza
Si rinchiusero nella stanza
Condannando la loro sorte
Con gli occhi si diedero la morte…

(translation)

Him, an old art professor
He was a bit of his father, a bit of a lover
But when she lowered her lashes
She understood that she… she was not the daughter
She was many years younger
They had gotten off a train one morning
Every now and then he stroked his beard
She put her scarf in place
But what does age really matter?
innocence, precariousness
Or just a naked mouth
Kissing a grimace or a wrinkle
She was having her birthday in November
She was little more than a teenager
Full of spiders and uncertainties
Covered with feathers or caresses
He processed her impatience
Condemning inexperience
She barricaded her thoughts
From all those dreams of yesterday
But what does age really matter?
lust, precariousness
He was risen one day
All new in his body
He might have looked like her father
But he stroked her thin legs
Like a baby on the breast
He enjoyed that sweet poison
And when they had enough
They locked themselves in the room
Condemning their fate
With their eyes they killed themselves ...