Le Nuvole
Fabrizio De André
The Clouds
They come and go
Every now and then they stop
And when they stop
They are black as a crow
It seems like they are giving you the evil eye
Sometimes they are white
And they run
And they take the shape of a heron
Or a sheep
Or some other beast
But this is better seen by children
Who play running after them for many meters
Sometimes they warn you with noise
Before they arrive
And the earth trembles
And the animals stay quiet
Sometimes they warn you with noise
They come and go
They return
And maybe they stop for many days
That you no longer see the sun and the stars
And it seems like you no longer know
The place where you are
They come and go
For one real
A thousand are fake
And they stand there between us and the sky
Just to leave us only a desire for rain.
