Lyrics and translation Nomadi - Canzone della bambina portoghese (Remastered)

Canzone della bambina portoghese (Remastered)

E poi e poi, gente viene qui e ti dice
Di sapere gia' ogni legge delle cose
E tutti, sai, vantano un orgoglio cieco
Di verita' fatte di formule vuote
E tutti, sai, ti san dire come fare,
Quali leggi rispettare, quali regole osservare,
Qual è il vero vero,
E poi, e poi, tutti chiusi in tante celle,
Fanno a chi parla piu' forte
Per non dir che stelle e morte fan paura.
Al caldo del sole, al mare scendeva la bambina portoghese
Non c'eran parole, rumori soltanto come voci sospese.
Il mare soltanto, e il suo primo bikini amaranto,
Le cose piu' belle e la gioia del caldo alla pelle.
Gli amici vicino sembravan sommersi dalla voce del mare;
O sogni o visioni qualcosa la prese e si mise a pensare;
Senti' che era un punto al limite di un continente,
Senti' che era un niente, l'Atlantico immenso di fronte.
E in questo sentiva qualcosa di grande
Che non riusciva a capire, che non poteva intuire;
Che avrebbe spiegato, se avesse capito lei, e l'oceano infinito;
Ma il caldo l'avvolse, si senti' svanire e si mise a dormire.
E fu solo del sole, come di mani future.
Restaron soltanto il mare e un bikini amaranto.
E poi e poi, se ti scopri a ricordare,
Ti accorgerai che non te ne importa niente.
E capirai che una sera o una stagione
Son come lampi, luci accese e dopo spente.
E capirai che la vera ambiguita'
E' la vita che viviamo, il qualcosa che chiamiamo esser uomini,
E poi, e poi, che quel vizio che ci uccidera'
Non sara' fumare o bere, ma il qualcosa che ti porti dentro,
Cioe' vivere.

Song of the Portuguese Girl (Remastered)

And then, and then, people come here and tell you
To already know every law of things
And everyone, you know, boasts a blind pride
Of truths made of empty formulas
And everyone, you know, can tell you how to do it,
What laws to respect, what rules to observe,
What is the true truth,
And then, and then, all closed in so many cells,
They make each other speak louder
In order not to say that stars and death scare them.
In the warmth of the sun, the Portuguese girl went down to the sea
There were no words, only noises like voices suspended.
Only the sea, and her first amaranth bikini,
The most beautiful things and the joy of the warmth on the skin.
Her friends nearby seemed overwhelmed by the voice of the sea;
Whether dreams or visions, something took her and she began to think;
She felt that she was at a point at the edge of a continent,
She felt that she was nothing, the immense Atlantic Ocean in front of her.
And in this she felt something great
That she could not understand, that she could not guess;
That she would have explained, if she had understood her, and the infinite ocean;
But the heat enveloped her, she felt herself fade and she fell asleep.
And it was only of the sun, as of future hands.
Only the sea and an amaranth bikini remained.
And then, and then, if you find yourself remembering,
You will realize that you don't care about it.
And you will understand that an evening or a season
Are like flashes, lights turned on and then off.
And you will understand that the real ambiguity
It is the life we live, the something we call being human,
And then, and then, that that vice that will kill us
It will not be smoking or drinking, but the something that you carry within you,
That is, living.