Paroles et traduction Sergio Caputo - Non T'aspettavo Più ...

Non T'aspettavo Più ...

E' gia' domenica
E le tue lacrime
Son quasi ruggine
Sul mio sassofono
Ti sento ridere
Mi accendo un sigaro
Fra i rossi petali
Della tua Africa.

E non mi sembra di essere qui...
E non mi sembra di essere qui...

Ti puoi nascondere
Fra i baci chimici
Le cosce artritiche
Della metropoli
Fra i sogni erotici
Delle automobili
E gli occhi prensili
Dei nostri simili

Ma non mi sembra di essere qui...
Ma non mi sembra di essere qui... mia cara...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
Non t'aspettavo più...
You're back
You're back from the moon...

Ti puoi difendere
Spostare i mobili
Fra i molti spigoli
Della tua anima
Mi puoi rinchiudere
Dentro una scatola
Come un articolo
Del tuo catalogo...

Se non ti sembra di essere qui...
Se non ti sembra di essere qui... mia cara...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
Non t'aspettavo più...
You're back
You're back from the moon...
Non t'aspettavo più...

Uno strano sentimento
Cresce dentro me...
Do le mie parole al vento
Ma non so perché... mia cara...

E' gia' domenica
E le tue lacrime
Son quasi ruggine
Nel mio sassofono
Ti sento ridere
Mi accendo un sigaro
Fra i rossi petali
Della tua Africa

E non mi sembra di essere qui...
E non mi sembra di essere qui...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
Non t'aspettavo più...
You're back
You're back from the moon...
Non t'aspettavo più...

I Didn't Expect You Anymore...

It's Sunday already
And your tears
Are almost rust
On my saxophone
I can hear you laughing
I light a cigar
Among the red petals
Of your Africa.

And it doesn't seem like I'm here...
And it doesn't seem like I'm here...

You can hide
Among the chemical kisses
The arthritic thighs
Of the metropolis
Among the erotic dreams
Of the cars
And the grasping eyes
Of our kind

But it doesn't seem like I'm here...
But it doesn't seem like I'm here... my dear...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
I didn't expect you anymore...
You're back
You're back from the moon...

You can defend yourself
Rearrange the furniture
Among the many sharp edges
Of your soul
You can lock me up
Inside a box
Like an item
From your catalog...

If it doesn't seem like you're here...
If it doesn't seem like you're here... my dear...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
I didn't expect you anymore...
You're back
You're back from the moon...
I didn't expect you anymore...

A strange feeling
Is growing inside me...
I release my words to the wind
But I don't know why... my dear...

It's Sunday already
And your tears
Are almost rust
In my saxophone
I can hear you laughing
I light a cigar
Among the red petals
Of your Africa

And it doesn't seem like I'm here...
And it doesn't seem like I'm here...

You're back
You're back from the moon...
I didn't expect you anymore...
You're back
You're back from the moon...
I didn't expect you anymore...