Se ti tagliassero a pezzetti [English translation]

If they cut you into pieces

the wind picks them up

the kingdom of the spiders would saw the skin

and the moon weave face and hair

and the pollen of God

God's smile.

I found you on the river

playing a flower leaf

singing light words, words of love

I tasted your lips with honey red red

I said give me what you want, I what I can.

Pink yellow rose copper

never danced for so long

along the edge of the night on the stones of the day

I am guitar player I player of the mandolin

in the end we fell on the hay.

Lost very much lost a little

taken seriously jack game

there was not much to say or think

fortune smiled like a pond in spring

disheveled from the wind in the afternoon.

And now I'll wait for tomorrow

for nostalgy

lady liberty miss anarchy

so precious as the wine so free as the sadness

with your cloud of doubt and beauty.

Did I cross you at the train station

chasing your scent

trapped by a charcoal gray suit

the papers in one hand and in your destiny

walked side by side to your murderess.

But if they cut you into pieces

the wind would pick them up

the kingdom of the spiders would saw the skin

and the moon the moon weave face and hair

and the pollen of God

God's smile.

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:(L’indiano) (1981)