Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le Mamme, artist - Toto Cutugno. Album song Maestro Collection, in the genre ЭстрадаRecord label: United Music Group
Song language: Italian
Le Mamme(original) |
| Due braccia grandi |
| Per abbandonarmi dentro |
| Se la notte avevo un po' paura |
| Occhi profondi |
| Per cui ero un libro aperto |
| Senza dire neanche una parola |
| Aveva mille modi buoni per svegliarmi |
| Quando non volevo andare a scuola |
| E mi chiedevo mentre le guardavo i piedi |
| Questo angelo perche' non vola |
| Le mamme sognano |
| Le mamme invecchiano |
| Le mamme si amano |
| Ma ti amano di piu' |
| E cosi' piccolo |
| Io avrei affrontato il mondo |
| Guai a chi si avvicina e chi la tocca |
| E che parole dolci |
| Come quelle torte al forno |
| Che veniva l’aquolina in bocca |
| Mi rimboccava fino al naso le coperte |
| Se pioveva avevo un po' paura |
| E mi tuffavo nel suo letto |
| A braccia aperte |
| Ad ogni tuono forte mi stringeva |
| Le mamme sognano |
| Le mamme invecchiano |
| Le mamme si amano |
| Ma ti amano di piu' |
| Le mamme guardano nel cielo |
| Un aeroplano |
| E quel treno sulla ferrovia |
| Parlano e sognano del figlio |
| Che e' lontano |
| Davanti a una fotografia |
| Le mamme piangono e si asciugano |
| Gli occhiali |
| Mentre gli anni se ne vanno via |
| Se pensi a quando ti tenevano per mano |
| Sembra ieri che malinconia |
| Le mamme sognano |
| Le mamme invecchiano |
| Le mamme si amano |
| Ma ti amano di piu' |
| Le mamme sognano |
| Le mamme invecchiano |
| Ma ti amano di piu' |
| Le mamme sognano |
| Le mamme invecchiano |
| Le mamme si amano |
| Ma ti amano di piu' |
| (translation) |
| Two big arms |
| To abandon myself inside |
| If at night I was a little scared |
| Deep eyes |
| So I was an open book |
| Without saying a word |
| She had a thousand good ways to wake me up |
| When I didn't want to go to school |
| And I was wondering as I looked at her feet |
| This angel because he doesn't fly |
| Mothers dream |
| Moms get older |
| Mothers love each other |
| But they love you more |
| It is so small |
| I would have faced the world |
| Woe to those who approach and those who touch it |
| And what sweet words |
| Like those baked pies |
| That was the aquolina in the mouth |
| She tucked the covers up to my nose |
| If it rained I was a little scared |
| And I dove into his bed |
| With open arms |
| With each loud thunder she held me tight |
| Mothers dream |
| Moms get older |
| Mothers love each other |
| But they love you more |
| Mothers look into the sky |
| An airplane |
| And that train on the railroad |
| They talk and dream of their son |
| Which is far |
| In front of a photograph |
| Mothers cry and dry themselves |
| The glasses |
| As the years go by |
| If you think about when they held your hand |
| It seems like yesterday what a melancholy |
| Mothers dream |
| Moms get older |
| Mothers love each other |
| But they love you more |
| Mothers dream |
| Moms get older |
| But they love you more |
| Mothers dream |
| Moms get older |
| Mothers love each other |
| But they love you more |