Lyrics and translation Carmen Consoli - Autunno Dolciastro (New Version)

Autunno Dolciastro (New Version)

Lentamente tra una pagina e l′altra di un libro qualunque
Ingannavo l'attesa gia′ settembre poche voci distanti e
Un autunno distratto al di la' dei vetri
Quasi speravo che non arrivassi piu'
Quasi credevo che non mi mancassi eppure stavo aspettando
Distrarsi sembrava piuttosto facile
Credevo di sopportare la tua indifferenza
Cercando pretesti e rimedi inutili
Eri tu quel tasto dolente eri tu autunno dolciastro eri tu
Freddamente valutavo i miei limiti
I gesti avventati le frequenti rinunce
Era tardi e bruciavano gli occhi fissavo il soffitto
Il mio letto disfatto
Quasi speravo che non arrivassi piu′
Quasi credevo che non mi mancassi eppure stavo aspettando
Distrarsi sembrava piuttosto facile
Credevo di sopportare la tua indifferenza
Cercando pretesti e rimedi inutili
Credevo di soffocare la mia insofferenza
Eri tu quel tasto dolente eri tu autunno dolciastro
Eri tu quel tasto dolente eri tu
Autunno dolciastro
D′uno dolciastro
D'uno dolciastro
D′uno dolciastro
D'uno dolciastro
D′uno
La-la-la-lay-lay-lay-la-la-layya

Bitter-sweet Autumn (New Version)

Slowly between the pages of some random book,
I was deceiving the wait because September, just a few distant voices
And an absent-minded autumn outside the windows.
I almost hoped you wouldn't come anymore.
I almost believed I didn't miss you, and yet I was waiting.
To distract oneself seemed quite easy,
I thought I would endure your indifference,
Searching for excuses and useless remedies.
It was you, that painful aching, you, bitter-sweet Autumn, it was you.
I was coldly estimating my limits,
The brash gestures, the frequent renunciations.
It was late and my eyes were burning, I was staring at the ceiling.
My unmade bed.
I almost hoped you wouldn't come anymore.
I almost believed I didn't miss you, and yet I was waiting.
To distract oneself seemed quite easy,
I thought I would endure your indifference,
Searching for excuses and useless remedies.
I thought I would choke my impatience.
It was you, that painful aching, you, bitter-sweet Autumn.
It was you, that painful aching, you.
Bitter-sweet Autumn.
Deceptive.
Deceptive.
Deceptive.
Deceptive.
Deceptive.
La-la-la-lay-lay-lay-la-la-layya.