Testo di: s.cirillo

Musica di: j.amoruso - s. cirillo



Comm'?stretta 'sta via,

?'ggente nun ce cape,

Se fa 'na prucessione,

Ce cammina chianu chianu.

Nun ?muorto nisciuno,

Nun ?'o santo e nisciuno,

Nun se sente 'na voce

E nun sona 'na campana.

E intanto 'o core aspetta

Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.



E chiove, n'capo 'e criature,

Vulesse arravugli?

'sta luna cu'na funa

Pe m'a purt?luntano,

Pe m'a purt?luntano

Add?'o cielo che ?cielo

Nun se fa mai scuro.



E chiove, n'terra e nisciuno,

Vulesse cummann?pe spremmere

'e dulure

Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro,

Ca nun canosce 'o mare,

Pecch?'o mare ?luntano

Eppure sta vicino.



Comm'?'llonga 'sta via,

Pecch?nun sponta mai,

Se perde dint''e 'pprete,

'mmiezo 'e carte arravugliate,

Sotto 'a l'evera 'e muro

Ca s'arrampeca e 'ggiura,

'e jastemme de' juorne,

'e serate senza pane.

E intanto 'o core aspetta

Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.



E chiove, n'capo 'e criature,

Vulesse arravugli?

'sta luna cu 'na funa

Pe m'a purta luntano,

Pe m'a purta luntano

Add?'o cielo che ?cielo

Nun se fa mai scuro.



E chiove, n'terra e nisciuno

Vulesse cummann?pe spremmere

'e dulure

Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro,

Ca nun canosce 'o mare,

Pecch?'o mare luntano

Eppure sta vicino.





And it rains

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Text by: s.cirillo

Music by: j.amoruso - s. cirillo



How narrow this street is,

The people do not fit in,

They form a procession

That progresses very slowly.

No one has died,

It is nobody's saint,

You cannot hear a voice,

No bell tolls.

Meanwhile the heart waits

For the fountain to play.



And it rains on childrens' heads,

I would like to capture

This moon with a rope

To take it with me far away,

To take it with me far away,

Where the sky is sky

And never darkens.



And it rains in nobody's land.

I would like to be in charge,

To sqeeze the pain

Into this bitter river

That has never met the sea

Because the sea is far away

And yet is near.



How long this road is,

Why does it never end;

It loses itself among the stones,

In the middle of maps,

Under the grass of the wall

Which climbs and swears

And curses during the day

And in the evening without sustenance.

Meanwhile the heart waits

For the fountains to play.



And it rains on childrens' heads,

I would like to capture

This moon with a rope

To take it with me far away,

To take it with me far away,

Where the sky is sky

And never darkens.



And it rains in nobody's land.

I would like to be in charge,

To sqeeze the pain

Into this bitter river

That has never met the sea

Because the sea is far away

And yet is near.