Paroles et traduction Paolo Conte - Cuanta pasion

Cuanta pasion

Ma sì, sarà il carattere
O la malinconia
Che sta dietro al carattere
Come una gelosia
Sarà il pensiero vergine
Che ha la fantasia
Vissuta dal carattere
Come la frenesia
Cuanta pasiòn en la vida
Cuanta pasiòn
Es una historia infinita
Cuanta pasiòn
Una illusiòn temeraria
Un indiscreto final
Ay, que pasiòn visionaria
Y teatral!
Le vigne stanno immobili
Nel vento forsennato
Il luogo sembra arido
E a gerbido lasciato
Ma il vino spara fulmini
E barbariche orazioni
Che fan sentire il gusto
Delle alte perfezioni
Cuanta pasiòn en la vida
Cuanta pasiòn
Es una historia infinita
Cuanta pasiòn
Una illusiòn temeraria
Un indiscreto final
Ay, que vision pasionaria
Trascendental!
Più son pallide e languide
Le donne nell′ andare
E meglio sanno esprimere
Il morbido sbandare
Che arriva dai vulcani antichi
E dalle onde del mare
Che sulle terre tiepide
Si sporgono a danzare
Cuanta pasiòn en la vida
Cuanta pasiòn
Es una historia infinita
Cuanta pasiòn
Una illusiòn temeraria
Un indiscreto final
Ay, que pasiòn visionaria
Y teatral!
Le musiche difficili
Son spiriti dannati
Che dal naufragio invocano
Interpreti spietati
Ma, dato che contengono
Occulte persuasioni,
Ti strappano anche l' anima
Insieme ai pantaloni
Cuanta pasiòn en la vida
Cuanta pasiòn
Es una historia infinita
Cuanta pasiòn
Una illusiòn temeraria
Un indiscreto final
Ay, que vision pasionaria
Trascendental!
Cuanta pasiòn en la vida
Cuanta pasiòn
Es una historia infinita
Cuanta pasiòn
Una illusiòn temeraria
Un indiscreto final
Ay, que vision pasionaria
Trascendental!

How Much Passion

My, it must be character,
Or melancholy,
That lurks behind character,
Like a kind of jealousy.
It must be virgin thought
That has the imagination
Engendered by character,
Like a kind of frenzy.
How much passion in life,
How much passion
It's an endless story
How much passion
A daring illusion
An indiscreet ending
Oh, what visionary passion,
So theatrical!
The vineyards stand still
In the frenetic wind.
The place seems barren,
And left to run wild.
But the wine shoots lightning
And barbaric orations
That make you feel the taste
Of lofty perfections.
How much passion in life,
How much passion
It's an endless story
How much passion
A daring illusion
An indiscreet ending
Oh, what visionary passion,
So transcendental!
The paler they are and languid
Are women as they walk away.
And the better they express
Their soft disarray.
It comes from ancient volcanoes
And from waves of the sea
Which on warm lands
Lean out to dance.
How much passion in life,
How much passion
It's an endless story
How much passion
A daring illusion
An indiscreet ending
Oh, what visionary passion,
So theatrical!
Difficult music
Is damned spirits,
That invoke from shipwreck,
Merciless interpreters.
But since they contain
Hidden persuasions,
They strip you bare,
Even to your trousers.
How much passion in life,
How much passion
It's an endless story
How much passion
A daring illusion
An indiscreet ending
Oh, what visionary passion,
So transcendental!
How much passion in life,
How much passion
It's an endless story
How much passion
A daring illusion
An indiscreet ending
Oh, what visionary passion,
So transcendental!