Cantare È D'amore
Amedeo Minghi
Singing is Love
Like a fiction
Not of blood but of red
Water and salt and not tears I tasted
Burns like in battle
Of extras fire and straw
And hearts are shaken horses in us
Loving each other is like running away
It's what I did, what I never said
It's not the truth that says it more and more never says it
It's my illusion that is true
And that flows proudly between the fingers of life
The sound passes and beautiful images of us
Wonderful confusion
Between dialogues and poses
And every passionate weight
It's a breath but not the truth
Which is always another story but not her
She who among my kisses is of love
It's improvisation
It's not wind and it's not sun
Atrocious rain better if it's not there
Loving each other is like climbing
On a screen of illusion
And then believing that ivy is reality
It's lies, my girl
The long nose and the taste of goodbye
It's not the truth that you say more, the less kisses you'll have
It's life you don't know
Maybe like me you'll relive
When I'll sing my love to you
It's when all the oaths
Made to you will be deceptions
To life that, surprised, will stagger
Loving each other is before understanding
It's dulling reason in us
It's not truth
The more you say it, the fewer kisses you'll have
And my illusion that is true
And who loves sings
Among the voices of life
The water that meets with its splashing
Or it's better not to sing
Mute if it's not of love
And someone has to do it and it's me who will sing to you
And like in flight I'll go into your heart
It's not the truth
The more you say it, the more you never say it
Because singing is love
It's love
It's love