02.05.2024
Andrea Bocelli - E chiove Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
And it rains
How narrow is this path ...
People barely fit through.
They walk one by one, as if in a funeral procession,
And they move by slowly, slowly.
No one is dead,
No one is heard
You can't hear a single voice
And the bell isn't ringing either.
All the while the heart waits
For the fountains to burst open.
And it rains, over all creatures...
I wish I could tie myself to the moon with a rope
To be taken away, to be taken far away
Where the sky, the true sky never gets dark.
And it rains on no one's land,
I wish I could order myself to express this sorrow
In this bitter river of sadness that never reaches the sea
Because the sea is far away, although it is so near.
How long is this path...
Why does it never end?
It gets lost among the stones
And among the crumpled letters.
Under the mossy walls
Which climb and swears,
And curses by day,
The evenings without bread
All the while the heart waits
For the fountains to burst open.
And it rains, over all creatures...
I wish I could tie myself to the moon with a rope
To be taken away, to be taken far away
Where the sky, the true sky never gets dark.
And it rains on no one's land,
I wish I could order myself to express this sorrow
In this bitter river of sadness that never reaches the sea
Because the sea is far away, although it is so near.
In this bitter river of sadness that never reaches the sea
Because the sea is far away, although it is so near.
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