Soundarcade - Colloquio Con Il Vento (rough Translation) lyrics

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...my mother<br />

... she had a very good voice<br />

Very good voice<br />

And after the war there weren't all those things<br />

And what we used to sing<br />

How we used to sing<br />

It was really madness<br />

Real madness... <br />

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I want to talk with the springs wind<br />

That comes from the place I can't be<br />

I want to talk not just to bend my head<br />

And while being silent I'll turn my ear to him<br />

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Wind you fly over white apple gardens<br />

Over the dark fir-trees that blossom in fire red color<br />

Over the fields of flowers, over the silver green rye-fields<br />

And that's why you throw so many scents in my face<br />

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You say my mothers grave is green<br />

The red rose will bloom by her cross soon<br />

You must have brought some dew with you<br />

For suddenly warm moisture pulsates in my eye lids<br />

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What about my friend<br />

My beloved distant friend<br />

Did it happen to see him<br />

His window was closed he didn't open it for you<br />

In the same way he never opened his heart for me<br />

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And tell me more... no don't tell me anything<br />

I am sorry for all those things that passed and those that I can't reach<br />

I will close my eyes<br />

You will caress me for all those times I was left without it