Suonn' a pastell

Enzo Avitabile

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Suonn 'a pastell'
Carezze fernute,
Uocchie''nnucenti
Angoli sperdut

e macchie 'e dulore
arrubate 'a morte
Dimmi comme te chiamm'
Ncopp' 'a stu quaderno spuorco.

E saranno l'uocchie
A dà luce 'e parole
Int' 'a st'acqua mai sicura,
Na mullica d'ammore

E saranno l'uocchie
A dà luce 'e parole.
Int' 'a st'acqua mai sicura
Na mullica d'ammore.

And the noise inside
Quiet broken lives
Some silent crying
Some quiet life

And the east wind blows
Quite a bit of cold
Behind quiet doors
All their lives are blown

Suonn 'a pastell'
Na lacrema 'e cunfino
Tra na casa popolare
E nu jurno ca dice addio

E ll'oddio cammina
E 'a uerra se coce
E 'e paura s'mpara
Ca nun essite perdono.

E saranno l'uocchie
A dà luce 'e parole.
Int' a st'acqua mai sicura
Na mullica d'ammore.

E saranno l'uocchie
A dà luce 'e parole.
Int' a st'acqua mai sicura
Na mullica d'ammore.

And the noise inside
Quiet broken lives
Some silent crying
Some quiet life

And the east wind blows
Quite a bit of cold
Behind quiet doors
All their lives are blown

E saranno l'uocchie
(And the noise inside)
A dà luce 'e parole.
Int'a st'acqua mai sicura
(Seems a silent crying)
Na mullica d'ammore.

E saranno l'uocchie
(And the east wind blows)
A dà luce 'e parole.
Int' a st'acqua mai sicura
Na mullica d'ammore.
All the lives are blown…
All the lives are blown…

Last night the Moon got drunk
And dropped its cloche down the empty streets
And when I got home to the flats
I walked into the haven

The lights were blown
And it was cold
And when I walked at the stairs
Behind the doors I heard a noise

Of other lives being blown
And quiet screams
And quiet cryies
And then I open my door

And then I close my door
And then I open my door
And then I close my door
And then I open my door

And then I close my door
But it's ok
I'll sleep well tonight…

Contributed by Riccardo Gullotta - 2023/6/9 - 15:00

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