Cantare e d'amore [English translation]
Cantare e d'amore [English translation]
Like a fiction, not of the blood but of the red colour,
I have tasted water and salt and not the tears,
Sultriness like these of battles, of apparitions, fire and straw
And the hearts are like crazy horses into us
To love is like running away,
And what I have done? What I have said?
It is not like the truth
That you say it and it's like you are not saying
It's my illusion that is true...
You that proudly flow between the fingers of life
Passes the sound and our beautiful images,
Wonderful confusion between the dialogues and the shows...
And every passionate weight is like a breathe
But not the truth,
It's always another story but not her,
That looks like love between my kisses...
It's an improvisation, it's not the wind or the sun..
The devastating rain is better that doesn't come,
To love is like climbing a mirror made of illusions
And believing that that ivy is the reality,
And the lies, my girl,
A long nose and the taste of goodbye...
This is not the truth
that you say and it's like you are never saying it,
It's the life that you don't know
It would be that you are living it once again,
When I will sing my love to you...
And when all the promises I made to you will become lies
to this life that surprised will get wrong...
To love is punching out the reason into us before understanding it...
This is not the truth,
That you say it and you will receive less kisses,
It's my illusion that is true...
And who loves, sings between the fingers of life
the water that meets with her rumble
Or probably is better not to sing, and to be mute
If there is no need to sing the love...
But someone might do it, And I will be the one that will sing it to you
and like running away I will enter into your heart,
It isn't the truth, that you say it and it's like you are never saying,
Because to sing is to love...
It's to love...
- Artist:Amedeo Minghi
- Album:Cantare è d'amore