Your intelligence knows no bounds,
is beyond question, but I
with that, sorry love, I do not
a song.
prefer that your unique
to cry and dream, but I will confess that I do not underestimate
to see you walk ...
More of that kind of behavior is
sgabbiare,
garment is more like that of waving
slow slow slow slow ...
And you're there, and you make me, in your eyes and spend
countries far away and a place to smile. Look
his joy of this great woman of mine, let me live
the joy of his ass and his heart! When you walk
looked like an angel of uncertain tradition, when you bow down
inhuman temptation is unsustainable.
There are nights that I would be watching him for hours
hours, other nights I would
small
me in the folds of your heart. And look inside
to understand your pain, your feeling
,
the desire to dream ...
tell me tell me tell me tell me
you're there, that you do not go, and go in your eyes
very brief and fleeting melancholy laugh.
my girl, my great woman, you do not ever take away
the joy of your ass and your heart!
Cos'avrò
ever made so strange because you happen to me?
Or am I looking for a great
or had a little 'distracted God that day.
Hug me, teach me,
melancholy and very short
fuggittivo laugh
my girl, my great woman
not you ever take away the joy
of your ass and your heart!
Roberto Vecchioni
_________
Tu No tiene Limites inteligencia,
es fuera discusión,
yo pero con aquel, amor perdóname,
no nos hago una canción.
Prefiero aquel tu modo único
de llorar y soñar,
pero confesaré que no subvaloro
de verte caminar...
Más que la postura
es aquel modo de patalear,
más que la prenda
es aquel modo de ondear
lento lento lento lento...
Y tú hay, y tú me haces,
y pasan en tus ojos
países lejanos
y un sitio para sonreírte.
¡Mírala su alegría
de esta mi gran mujer,
déjadmela vivir la alegría
de su culo y su corazón!
Cuando tú caminas pareces un ángel
of uncertain tradition, when you lean
is unsustainable
inhuman temptation. This
are nights he would look at you for hours
hours, other nights you would
small
me in the folds of your heart. And look at us in
to understand your pain, your feeling
,
that wins dream ... Tell me tell me tell me tell me
you are, you're not going,
and pass in your eyes
brief and fleeting melancholy laugh.
My girl, my great wife,
do not play
never be the joy of your ass and your heart!
What have I ever made
strange why you were to fall just me?
Or am I a big beautiful
or God was a little confused that day.
Hold me, teaches me,
and fuggittivo brief melancholy laugh,
girl, my great wife
make no joy never be
your ass and your heart!
Roberto Vecchioni
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