A keresés eredménye

Piazza Grande (The Town Square)

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No saintly strangers come to give me lunch,
At my bench in this town square.
And the type of traders I long for,
Are never there.
 
Although the park grass is my bed,
Many warm friends still surround me.
These lovers' pains and passions I know all,
Great ones and vile.
 
I live my way,
But need carresses just the same.
I live my way,
But need to dream too just the same.
 
I have no real family that cares,
My home is only this town square.
From those who see me I get love,
and give all I have.
 
Rich lady admirers I have none,
Just scavenge love here in the open,
And feel so fortunately free,
From rascals like me.
 
I live my way,
But need caresses just the same.
But still to God I plead and pray.
The life I live I'll never change, oh no!
I live my way, a life the way I choose to live it.
 
White sheets to wrap me I have none,
just bright starlight far above me.
When life has no more dreams to give,
I'll lend you mine.
 
If I'm the last of our kind ever left alive,
Just let me lie here in the square,
amid stray cats as ownerless as I,
to watch me die.
 

Sylvie

They are singing, they are dancing
upstairs and it's already 3 AM
In here I smoke silently,
now no one thinks about me anyway.
Until yesterday I was one of them
and among them I found Sylvie.
 
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
the scene is the same, yet you aren't here.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
why does this party end like this?
 
They are talking, they are laughing
but where is Sylvie's voice?
A flight of stairs is all it would take,
but why bother, since he isn't there?
Nothing is left in my mind
but a name, Sylvie's name.
 
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
the scene is the same, yet you aren't here.
Oh Sylvie, Sylvie,
why does this party end like this?
 

The engine of the year 2000

The engine of the year 2000 will be beautiful and shiny
it will be fast and quiet, it will be a gentle engine
It'll have a finely-tuned exhaust system and non-polluting smell
a boy or a girl will be able to breathe it in [safely].
 
But according to our level of competence
no one yet can really tell how
a young man of the year 2000 will be and behave
and this is because no one knows.
The hypothesis is fascinating and also urgent
but from this standpoint
today we know next to nothing.
 
We know everything about the engine
this shiny engine of tomorrow
but we can't sketch the heart
of that young man of tomorrow.
We know nothing about the young man
waiting on the doorstep
in the wind of the year 2000
we are unable to picture him.
 

Ithaca

Captain, with your exalted fate in your eyes
do you ever think about a sailor who has no bread or wine?
Captain, you found a princess in every harbour,
do you ever think about a rower whose wife presumes him dead?
 
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, my home is there and only there
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, and I want to get home
from the sea, the sea, the sea...
 
Captain, I too pay for your wrongs with my days
yet my biggest sin makes gods smile
and if you die, it's a king who dies, your house will name a heir
when I don't get home, hunger and thirst get there.
 
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, my home is there and only there
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, and I want to get home
from the sea, the sea, the sea...
 
Captain, you get to the end of every adventure with cunning
do you ever think about a soldier who gets more and more afraid?
But in the end even fear has an unusual taste for me...
If there was more of the world [to explore], I'm ready, where are we going?
 
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, my home is there and only there
Ithaca, Ithaca, Ithaca, and I want to get home
from the sea, the sea, the sea...
 

Starfish

So tired that I can’t sleep
Two o'clock in the morning, there's nothing to do
I like so much touching you
or keeping still and feeling1your breath
 
You’re already asleep
white skin
how will my tired face
look like?
 
I try to overturn my pillow
it’s an excuse to get closer to you
I try to wake you up with a little cough
but you turn your back as if nothing happened
 
I turn the light off
I try to sleep
but with your hand
you come looking for me
 
You like me
You like me
 
Wish the stars of the night
to be at your feet
Wish me to be better
than what you see
Wish I had something to give you
And, if I hadn’t you, I’d go out to buy you
 
Starfish
between the sheets
our boat
is not sailing
it’s flying, flying, flying!
 
You’re flying with me
you’re flying with me
Fly, that the wind's up
night wind
tiring wind
Starfish
how beautiful you are
how beautiful you are and
how beautiful is
your white skin
white, white
 
You like me
You like me
Uh, you, uh uh, you like me
you like me
 
Close your eyes and don’t look around
the daylight is already coming in
Close your eyes and don’t let you find
moon white skin, you’ve got to run
 
Sleep now
my star
before the day
takes you away
away, away…
 
You like me
You like me
 
You’re not flying now, the wind’s dropped
I can see your tired face
and when sleeping, how beautiful you are
how beautiful you are and
how beautiful is your white skin
white, white!
 
You like me
You like me
you like me
you like me
you like me…
 

• 1. Or 'hearing'

Ulysses covered in salt

I see the painted rooms
all of the windows shut open
there ain't snow, there's the sun,
there ain't fog, there's the sky!
 
All has disappeared, all has changed
while I come back from a past of mine
all is alike, surreal
I'm Ulysses covered in salt!
 
It's true that life is always a long, long return
Listen I'm not afraid of feelings
so then take a look, I'm here,
I unlocked easy with a key
as I used to
I left my luggage in the doorway
I left my luggage in the doorway
 
I looked around before shouting, shouting
I'm not afraid, I'm telling you
that I came back to find, find
my strenght
inside this house
like Ulysses coming back from the sea
like Ulysses coming back from the sea.
 
A handful of white lime
on my room walls
a yellowish libeccio sky
a brilliant child's eye!
 
I drag the sun right into my room
fire cart running onto my heart
because every day is sand and a frenzy
and hours aren't always the same!
 
I want to tell you
don't waste your years like an empty drawer,
listen
even youth isn't scared of love
and never, never,never rip out any feelings from their own hearts
I look at you
your strenght is a shadow of light
your strenght is a shadow of light
 
The hand plunged in the wind....
a hot breeze, those hours of ours are yelling
squeezed in a fist,
stones wear out, but life doesn't
the day is alike to a wounded hand
I'm Ulysses on his return
Ulysses covered in salt!
Ulysses at the dawn of the day!