Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alessandro E Il Mare, artist - Roberto Vecchioni. Album song The EMI Album Collection Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: EMI Music Italy
Song language: Italian
Alessandro E Il Mare(original) |
Il tramonto era pieno di soldati ubriachi di futuro |
Fra i dadi le bestemmie e il sogno di un letto più sicuro; |
Ma quando lui usciva dalla tenda non osavano |
Nemmeno guardare: |
Sapevano che c’era la sua ombra sola davanti al mare |
Poi l’alba era tutta un fumo di cavalli |
Gridi e risate nuove; |
Dove si va, passato il Gange |
Generale, parla, dicci solo dove: |
E lui usciva dalla tenda bello come la mattina il sole: |
Come in una lontana leggenda |
Perduta chissà dove… |
Tornava bambino |
E tornava bambino |
Quando stava da solo a giocare nei viali |
Di un immenso giardino; |
La fontana coi pesci |
Dai riflessi d’argento |
Che poteva soltanto guardarla |
Mai buttarcisi dentro |
Non un capello fuori posto |
Mentre entrava a cavallo nel mare |
E il cuore, il cuore gli batteva addosso |
Come a una donna che si va a sposare; |
E tutti lo seguirono cantando |
Senza nemmeno sospettare |
E gli andarono dietro contenti |
Di dover annegare |
Tornava bambino |
E tornava bambino |
Quando stava da solo a giocare nei viali |
Di un immenso giardino; |
La fontana coi pesci |
Dai riflessi d’argento |
Che poteva solo guardarla |
Mai buttarcisi dentro |
E mentre si voltava indietro |
Non aveva niente da vedere; |
E mentre si guardava avanti |
Niente da voler sapere; |
Ma il tempo di tutta una vita |
Non valeva quel solo momento: |
Alessandro, così grande fuori, così piccolo dentro |
(translation) |
The sunset was full of soldiers drunk with the future |
Among the dice, blasphemies and the dream of a safer bed; |
But when he came out of the tent they didn't dare |
Don't even look: |
They knew that there was his shadow of him alone in front of the sea |
Then the dawn was all the smoke of horses |
New shouts and laughter; |
Where do you go, past the Ganges |
General, speak, just tell us where: |
And he came out of the tent as beautiful as the morning sun: |
As in a distant legend |
Lost who knows where ... |
He was a child again |
And he was a child again |
When he was alone playing in the boulevards |
Of an immense garden; |
The fountain with the fish |
With silver reflections |
That he could only look at her |
Never jump into it |
Not a hair out of place |
As he rode into the sea |
And his heart, his heart was beating on him |
Like a woman who is going to marry; |
And everyone followed him singing |
Without even suspecting |
And they went after him happy |
Of having to drown |
He was a child again |
And he was a child again |
When he was alone playing in the boulevards |
Of an immense garden; |
The fountain with the fish |
With silver reflections |
That he could only look at her |
Never jump into it |
And as he turned around |
He had nothing to see; |
And while he looked ahead |
Nothing to want to know; |
But the time of a lifetime |
It wasn't worth that one moment: |
Alessandro, so big on the outside, so small on the inside |