Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mediterraneo, artist - Nomadi. Album song Una Storia Da Raccontare, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 16.09.1998
Record label: CGD East West
Song language: Italian
Mediterraneo(original) |
Se tu sei serena con lui, non lo tradire mai, |
questo enorme spirito d’acqua, che illumina i marinai, |
dove il mare annuncia roccia, e la roccia annuncia altro mare, |
quella roccia? |
soltanto un’isola, dove poter sostare, |
popolazioni millenarie, son passate di qua, |
sopra un cargo, a difendere, la loro dignit?, |
ed il signore, di pelle scura, Principe dei Bordoni |
ha ancora addosso, sull’armatura, |
l’odore dei limoni, l’odore dei limoni, |
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo. |
Se sarai fedele a lui, lui ti accompagner?, |
lungo il corso della tua vita, tra penisole e citt?, |
tra la gioia e la sconfitta, la vittoria ed il dolore |
il tuo corpo avr? |
il suo fascino la tua pelle porter? |
il suo odore, |
e su da Tangheri, a Gibilterra, tra i continenti, il mare, |
e l’Atlantico, falso ed immobile, si sogna di rubare |
e quante storie celano i porti, dietro alle case bianche, |
di pescatori, di fibra dura, |
quasi in odore d’Oriente, quasi in odore d’Oriente… |
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, |
Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo, Mediterraneo. |
(translation) |
If you are peaceful with him, never betray him, |
this enormous spirit of water, which illuminates the sailors, |
where the sea announces rock, and the rock announces another sea, |
that rock? |
just an island, where you can stop, |
thousand-year-old peoples, have passed this way, |
on a freighter, to defend their dignity, |
and the dark-skinned gentleman, Prince of the Bordoni |
he is still wearing, on his armor, |
the smell of lemons, the smell of lemons, |
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean. |
If you are faithful to him, he will accompany you, |
along the course of your life, between peninsulas and cities, |
between joy and defeat, victory and pain |
your body will have? |
his charm of him your skin will wear? |
her smell of him, |
and up from Tangheri, to Gibraltar, between the continents, the sea, |
and the Atlantic, false and immobile, dreams of stealing |
and how many stories the ports hide behind the white houses, |
of fishermen, of hard fiber, |
almost in the smell of the East, almost in the smell of the East ... |
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, |
Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean, Mediterranean. |