Dentro La Tasca Di Un Qualunque Mattino
Gianmaria Testa
Inside the Pocket of Any Morning
Inside the pocket of any morning
inside the pocket, I would take you
in the cotton handkerchief and perfume
in the handkerchief, I would hide you
inside the pocket of any morning
inside the pocket, I would hide you
and with the hand, that nobody sees
and with the hand, I would caress you
the sun will rise at noon
go high above us
until the pocket of the afternoon
I still bring you
if you still want me
the sun will rise at noon
and go high, way above us
until the pocket of the afternoon
from the other pocket, I bring you
if you want
inside the pocket of any morning
inside the pocket, I would take you
in the cotton handkerchief and perfume
in the handkerchief, I would hide you
inside the pocket of any morning
inside the pocket, I would hide you
and with the hand, that nobody sees
and with the hand, I would caress you
and with the hand, that nobody sees
with this hand, I would bid you farewell
