Текст и перевод песни Paolo Conte - Cuanta Pasion (Live In Verona / 2005)

Cuanta Pasion (Live In Verona / 2005)

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 Pasion (Live In Verona / 2005)

My dear, it must be your nature,
Or perhaps your melancholy,
Which lurks behind your nature,
Like a hidden jealousy,
It must be your virgin thoughts,
Where your fantasies reside,
Inspired by your nature,
Like a delightful frenzy,
There's such passion in life,
Such burning passion,
It's an endless story,
Such passion,
A reckless illusion,
A scandalous ending,
Oh, what a visionary passion,
And theatrical!
The vineyards stand still,
In the relentless wind,
This barren place seems,
Abandoned and forgotten,
But the wine crackles with energy,
And barbaric orations,
That awaken the taste,
Of sublime perfection,
There's such passion in life,
Such burning passion,
It's an endless story,
Such passion,
A reckless illusion,
A scandalous ending,
Oh, what a visionary passion,
Transcendental!
The paler and more languid they are,
These women as they walk,
The better they express,
Their soft allure,
That comes from ancient volcanoes,
And the waves of the sea,
Which on these warm shores,
Lean in to dance,
There's such passion in life,
Such burning passion,
It's an endless story,
Such passion,
A reckless illusion,
A scandalous ending,
Oh, what a visionary passion,
And theatrical!
Difficult music,
Is the work of the damned,
Who call out from their shipwreck,
For ruthless interpreters,
But since they contain,
Hidden persuasions,
They tear out your soul,
Along with your trousers,
There's such passion in life,
Such burning passion,
It's an endless story,
Such passion,
A reckless illusion,
A scandalous ending,
Oh, what a visionary passion,
Transcendental!