Текст и перевод песни Gatto Panceri - La Raccolta Del Grano

La Raccolta Del Grano

Coi tuoi capelli sai io che ci farei
Ci farei la raccolta del grano
E coi tuoi seni sai io che ci farei
Ci farei colazione al mattino
E coi tuoi denti sai io cosa farei
Sorriderei, imbiancherei il mondo

E coi respiri tuoi io mi coprirei
Conterei i tuoi nei come stelle
Con l'acqua dei mulini ti laverei
E berrei dalle tue mani gemelle
E col calore tuo poi maturerei
E coglierei il frutto che hai dentro te

E con le tue braccia nuoterei
Ma lontano dalle rive del tuo cuore non ci andrei
E con le tue dita questa canzone suonerei
E la tua emozione toccherei

Dalle tue labbra una nuova lingua imparerei
Col tuo profondo inconscio nella notte sognerei
Con la tua pelle forse mai più freddo sentirei
Cosa ci farei...

E le sere nei prati
Con le tue gambe io ci camminerei
E salirei sui fienili dorati
E coi tuoi occhi poi io mi guarderei
E capirei, saprei perché hai scelto me

Con la tua voce in una nuova lingua canterei
Se non ci fossi ti farei ma proprio come sei
Con la tua pelle neanche più l'Inverno sentirei
E rifiorirei

Coi tuoi capelli sai io che ci farei
Ci farei la raccolta del grano

Harvesting the Wheat

With your hair, I know what I would do
I would harvest the wheat
And with your breasts, I know what I would do
I would have breakfast in the morning
And with your teeth, I know what I would do
I would smile, I would whiten the world

And with your breath, I would cover myself
I would count your moles like stars
I would wash you with the water of the mills
And I would drink from your twin hands
And with your warmth, I would ripen
And I would gather the fruit that you have inside you

And with your arms, I would swim
But I would never go far from the shores of your heart
And with your fingers, I would play this song
And I would touch your emotion

From your lips, I would learn a new language
With your deep unconsciousness, I would dream at night
With your skin, perhaps I would never feel cold again
What I would do...

And in the evenings, in the meadows
With your legs, I would walk there
And I would climb the golden haystacks
And with your eyes, I would then look at myself
And I would understand, I would know why you chose me

With your voice, I would sing in a new language
If you were not here, I would make you exactly as you are
With your skin, I would not even feel winter anymore
And I would blossom again

With your hair, I know what I would do
I would harvest the wheat