E Chiove

Testo di：s.cirillo
Musica di：j.amoruso - s. cirillo
Comm?stretta sta via,
?ggente nun ce cape,
Se fa na prucessione,
Ce cammina chianu chianu.
Nun ?muorto nisciuno,
Nun ?o santo e nisciuno,
Nun se sente na voce
E nun sona na campana.
E intanto o core aspetta
Ca sarapene e funtane.
E chiove, ncapo e criature,
Vulesse arravugli?
sta luna cuna funa
Pe ma purt?luntano,
Pe ma purt?luntano
Add?o cielo che ?cielo
Nun se fa mai scuro.
E chiove, nterra e nisciuno,
Vulesse cummann?pe spremmere
e dulure
Dinto a stu ciummo amaro,
Ca nun canosce o mare,
Pecch?o mare ?luntano
Eppure sta vicino.
Comm?llonga sta via,
Pecch?nun sponta mai,
Se perde dinte pprete,
mmiezo e carte arravugliate,
Sotto a levera e muro
Ca sarrampeca e ggiura,
e jastemme de juorne,
e serate senza pane.
E intanto o core aspetta
Ca sarapene e funtane.
E chiove, ncapo e criature,
Vulesse arravugli?
sta luna cu na funa
Pe ma purta luntano,
Pe ma purta luntano
Add?o cielo che ? cielo
Nun se fa mai scuro.
E chiove, nterra e nisciuno
Vulesse cummann?pe spremmere
e dulure
Dinto a stu ciummo amaro,
Ca nun canosce o mare,
Pecch?o mare luntano
Eppure sta vicino.
And it rains
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How narrow this street is,
The people do not fit in,
They form a procession
That progresses very slowly.
No one has died,
It is nobodys saint,
You cannot hear a voice,
No bell tolls.
Meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountain to play.
And it rains on childrens heads,
I would like to capture
This moon with a rope
To take it with me far away,
To take it with me far away,
Where the sky is sky
And never darkens.
And it rains in nobodys land.
I would like to be in charge,
To sqeeze the pain
Into this bitter river
That has never met the sea
Because the sea is far away
And yet is near.
How long this road is,
Why does it never end;
It loses itself among the stones,
In the middle of maps,
Under the grass of the wall
Which climbs and swears
And curses during the day
And in the evening without sustenance.
Meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountains to play.
And it rains on childrens heads,
I would like to capture
This moon with a rope
To take it with me far away,
To take it with me far away,
Where the sky is sky
And never darkens.
And it rains in nobodys land.
I would like to be in charge,
To sqeeze the pain
Into this bitter river
That has never met the sea
Because the sea is far away
And yet is near.