Paroles et traduction Franco Simone - Origini

Origini

Io non c'ero o forse c'ero anch'io
Quando il sole freddo s'annoiava
Ed il buio che regnava fiero
Nei suoi specchi rotti si specchiava

C'era un fiore che aspettava bianco
Il momento della libertà
Il momento di vestirsi a festa
Di mostrarsi all'universo tutto

Ed avvenne che la luce
Tutto il buio cancellò
Disse al fiore: "Nasci pure"
"Nasco per vedere te"

Io non c'ero o forse c'ero anch'io
Quando era il vuoto il solo Dio
E dormiva l'universo tutto
E il silenzio chiacchierava con se stesso

A granelli la speranza andava
Aspettando qualche mente amica
E voleva fare salti e voli
Solitudine regnava dentro e fuori

Mille creature bianche
Si posarono su lei
Fece il coro, "Siamo neve"
Puoi danzare insieme a noi

Certamente in quella prima estate
Nacque il mare da due gocce innamorate
Per bagnare un fiore nacque il pianto
Nel silenzio triste nacque il canto

Certamente in quel lontano mattino
Cadde pioggia per la sete di un bambino
Per la sua fame innocente nacque il pane
Perché il pane avesse gusto nacque il sale

Origins

I may not have been there, or maybe I was
When the cold sun became bored
And the darkness that reigned proudly
Looked at itself in its broken mirrors

There was a flower that was waiting, white
For the moment of its freedom
The moment to dress up for a celebration
To show itself to the entire universe

And then it happened that the light
Erased all the darkness
It said to the flower, "Go ahead, be born"
"I am being born to see you"

I may not have been there, or maybe I was
When emptiness was the only God
And the entire universe was asleep
And silence chatted with itself

Hope spread out in grains of sand
Waiting for some friendly mind
And it wanted to jump and fly
Loneliness reigned inside and out

Thousands of white creatures
Landed on her
They sang, "We are snow"
You can dance with us

Surely during that first summer
The sea was born from two drops in love
To water a flower, tears were born
In sad silence, song was born

Surely on that distant morning
Rain fell to quench a child's thirst
For its innocent hunger, bread was born
And so that bread would taste good, salt was born