Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L'attesa, artist - Quintorigo. Date of issue: 14.06.2007
Song language: Italian
L'attesa(original) |
| Sono gemme di cristallo di uno sguardo glaciale |
| Dentro le lamiere di un labirinto infernale |
| Scrutano un punto lontano nell’infinito |
| E la pelle bruciata in un viso scavato |
| Dalla sabbia dalla rabbia |
| E sudava nell’anima |
| E sul punto di agire il pensiero di vetro |
| S’infrange la coscienza va dietro |
| E resta solo la ruggine di un ricordo |
| Il chiarore del cielo intriso di sale |
| Non mostra i confini del bene e del male |
| Sudava colava, sudava colava |
| Ogni momento ogni attimo gira a vuoto |
| Interminabile |
| Ogni residuo pensiero ora gira a vuoto |
| Inesorabile |
| Siam come le foglie che stan per cadere |
| Ma non ci son foglie nel deserto crudele |
| La sabbia copre ogni scrupolo ogni affanno |
| E sepolti là sotto ci sono i ricordi |
| Le facce, le frasi poetiche dove amore fa rima con cuore |
| Sudava colava, sudava colava |
| Ogni momento ogni attimo gira a vuoto |
| Interminabile |
| Ogni residuo pensiero ora gira a vuoto |
| Inesorabile |
| Ogni momento ogni attimo gira a vuoto |
| Interminabile |
| Ogni residuo pensiero ora gira a vuoto |
| Inesorabile |
| Ogni respiro ogni battito ritma piano |
| Impercettibile |
| Sudava colava, sudava colava… |
| (translation) |
| They are crystal gems of a glacial gaze |
| Inside the plates of a hellish labyrinth |
| They scan a distant point in infinity |
| And the burnt skin in a sunken face |
| From the sand of anger |
| And he was sweating in his soul |
| And the glass thought is about to act |
| The conscience goes behind it |
| And only the rust of a memory remains |
| The light of the sky steeped in salt |
| It does not show the boundaries of good and evil |
| He was sweating, he was dripping, he was sweating, he was dripping |
| Every moment every moment runs in circles |
| Endless |
| Any residual thoughts now spin around in circles |
| Inexorable |
| We are like the leaves that are about to fall |
| But there are no leaves in the cruel desert |
| The sand covers every scruple every worry |
| And buried under there are the memories |
| The faces, the poetic phrases where love rhymes with heart |
| He was sweating, he was dripping, he was sweating, he was dripping |
| Every moment every moment runs in circles |
| Endless |
| Any residual thoughts now spin around in circles |
| Inexorable |
| Every moment every moment runs in circles |
| Endless |
| Any residual thoughts now spin around in circles |
| Inexorable |
| Each breath, each beat, rhythms slowly |
| Imperceptible |
| He was sweating, he was dripping, he was sweating, he was dripping ... |