Respirando
Lucio Battisti
Breathing
Breathing
the dust of the car that takes you away,
I wonder
because the further you move away, the more I feel mine.
Breathing
the first of the memories that quickly appears
I'm smoking
as you enter my brain and reach my heart.
Right at the bottom of my heart,
shameless
to cancel
even the oldest love.
Breathing you,
I run along the road without braking anymore,
breathing you,
I overtake on the right and I see a big flash
In the distance a siren and then no noise.
Leaving you is the one that hurts the most.
Among so many black people, a beautiful thing is you at the funeral.
Breathing
somewhat hidden thoughts while sunbathing
you're realizing
"that one man is as good as another" is always not valid.
Breathing harder
you get closer to the sea.
Are you crying.
I enter your brain and reach your heart.
Right at the bottom of my heart
shameless
to cancel
even the newest love.
Breathing me
you get dressed and smile and run and then you're out
Breathing me
you start the car and caress the flowers
In the distance a siren and then no noise.
Pain and a great joy that softens the pain.
Among so many black people, there is something beautiful about you, the same as me.
Breathing in it,
we look at the countryside as the sun falls asleep.
Breathing in it,
the cool valleys, the woods and the hidden violets.
the distant islands, green spots and the sea,
the songs of the new people at dusk.