Lyrics and translation Zizi Possi - E Chiove

E Chiove

Cumm'è stretta, 'sta via:
À 'ggente nun ce cape,
Se fa 'na prucessione
Ca cammina chianu chianu.
Nun è muorto nisciuno,
Nun è 'o santo e nisciuno,
Nun se sente 'na voce
E nun suona 'na campana.
E, intanto, 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.

E chiove n'capo 'e criature...
Vulesse arravuglià 'sta luna, cu 'na funa,
Pe m'a purtà luntano.
Pe m'a purtà luntano,
Addò 'o cielo che è cielo e nun se fa mai scuro.

E chiove n'terra e nisciuno...
Vulesse cummannà pe spremmere 'e dulure,
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro
Ca nun canosce 'o mare
Pecchè 'o mare è luntano,
Eppure sta vicino.

Cumm'è 'llonga, 'sta via,
Pecchè nun sponta mai:
Se perde dint' 'e 'pprete,
'Mmiezo 'e carte arravugliate
Sotto 'a l'evera 'e muro
Ca s'arrampeca e 'ggiura
'E jastemme de' juorne,
'E serate senza pane.
E, intanto, 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.

E chiove n'capo 'e criature...
Vulesse arravuglià 'sta luna, cu 'na funa,
Pe m'a purtà luntano.
Pe m'a purtà luntano,
Addò 'o cielo che è cielo e nun se fa mai scuro.

E chiove n'terra e nisciuno...
Vulesse cummannà pe spremmere 'e dulure,
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro
Ca nun canosce 'o mare
Pecchè 'o mare è luntano,
Eppure sta vicino.

Pe m'a purtà luntano...
Pe m'a purtà luntano
Pecchè 'o mare è luntano,
Eppure sta vicino.

It's Raining

How narrow, this street:
There's no room for people,
A procession forms
That walks slowly, slowly.
No one has died,
It's not a saint or anyone,
Not a voice is heard
And not a bell rings.
And in the meantime, the heart waits
For the fountains to open up.

And it's raining on the heads of creatures...
I wish I could tie up this moon with a rope,
To take me far away.
To take me far away,
Where the sky is the sky and never gets dark.

And it's raining on the ground and no one...
I wish I could command to squeeze the sorrows,
Into this bitter river
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away,
Yet it's so close.

How long, this street,
Why doesn't it ever end:
It gets lost in the stones,
Amidst the crumpled papers
Under the ivy on the wall
That climbs and swears
The curses of days,
The evenings without bread.
And in the meantime, the heart waits
For the fountains to open up.

And it's raining on the heads of creatures...
I wish I could tie up this moon with a rope,
To take me far away.
To take me far away,
Where the sky is the sky and never gets dark.

And it's raining on the ground and no one...
I wish I could command to squeeze the sorrows,
Into this bitter river
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away,
Yet it's so close.

To take me far away...
To take me far away
Because the sea is far away,
Yet it's so close.