Paroles et traduction Casa del Vento - Alberi, rami e foglie

Alberi, rami e foglie

Erano alberi, rami e foglie
Non si volevano piegare
E ogni anno il 13 aprile
Si parla di un temporale

Erano alberi grandi e forti
Alberi coi calli alle mani
Erano alberi resistenti
Con radici verso il domani

Erano alberi in mezzo al vento
Che non volevano cadere
Erano alberi onesti e forti
Forti nelle memorie

Erano rami dai capelli lunghi
Che sorreggevano dalla fame
Erano rami che dondolavano
Così le foglie potevan dormire

Erano rami che proteggevano
Le proprie foglie con amore
Erano rami che difendevano
Il loro nido dal dolore

Erano alberi, rami e foglie
Non si volevano piegare
E ogni anno il 13 aprile
Si parla di un temporale

Erano foglie appena nate
Con molte cose da scoprire
Le prime foglie di primavera
E occhi grandi per giocare

Erano foglie con piccole bocche
E molte cose da domandare
Erano foglie per il futuro
Cadute in un temporale

Erano alberi, rami e foglie
Non si volevano piegare
E ogni anno il 13 aprile
Si parla di un temporale

Erano alberi, rami e foglie
Non si volevano piegare
E a Vallucciole il 13 aprile
Si parla di un temporale

Trees, Branchs and Leaves

They were trees, branchs and leaves
They wouldn't bend
And every year on April 13th
We talk about a storm

They were big and strong trees
Trees with calluses on their hands
They were resilient trees
With roots towards tomorrow

They were trees in the midst of the wind
That wouldn't fall
They were honest and strong trees
Strong in their memories

They were branchs with long hair
That supported hunger
They were branchs that swayed
So the leaves could sleep

They were branchs that protected
Their own leaves with love
They were branchs that defended
Their nest from pain

They were trees, branchs and leaves
They wouldn't bend
And every year on April 13th
We talk about a storm

They were leaves just born
With many things to discover
The first leaves of spring
And big eyes to play

They were leaves with small mouths
And many things to ask
They were leaves for the future
Fallen in a storm

They were trees, branchs and leaves
They wouldn't bend
And every year on April 13th
We talk about a storm

They were trees, branchs and leaves
They wouldn't bend
And in Vallucciole on April 13th
We talk about a storm