21.05.2024
Max Manfredi - La fiera della Maddalena Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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Saint Magdalene's fair
Click to see the original lyrics (Italian)I rwoke up
with lichen in my hair
I woke up
with the easterly wind in my hair.
There was no trickle of water to be seen,
just the crumbs of streams
there was no trickle of water to be heard,
just the rustling eyes of the birds.
I asked where's the road
to Saint Magdalene's fair
I asked which is the road
to Saint Magdalene's fair.
Far away, musicians
could barely be heard
on the days when each and every moment
was like a dam on a flooded river.
I jumped over the bramble
with an acrobat's step
I jumped over the bramble
with my acrobatic step.
I was crying blood-coloured berries
like an amethyst rosary
I was laughing with wonder
with wide open, amethyst eyes.
I bought a guitar
at Saint Magdalene's fair
I bought a guitar
at Saint Magdalene's fair
For each lie I ever told
I lit a candle in a church
for each lie I tell
I hoist a sail in the sun.
I could hear a song
it wasn't mine nor anyone else's
its weave so delicate
you couldn't see the seams.
It's like a shivering spiderweb
on the pale face of the Moon
it's like shivers down your spine
under the web of the summer heat.
I wanted a song
like a virgin bride-to-be
I wanted a song
like a virgin bride-to-be
Everybody is pursuing her
because she's beautiful, because she's shy
everybody walks a fine line
because she's betrothed, because she's jelous.
I wanted a song
like a woman of ill repute
she belongs to everyone and no one
like a language, like an altar.
Everybody lines up at the public wash-house
at dawn to do the laundry
Everybody lines up at the door
she chooses who gets to come in.
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