Below is the lyrics of the song Maddalena e Madonna , artist - Brunori SAS with translation
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Brunori SAS
C’erano pile di libri sottolineati di rosso e di blu
C’erano articoli e leggi che oggi non ricordo più
E c’era la sigaretta fumata di fretta all’uscita del bar
Tabacco e profumo per sentirmi un uomo
Lontano da casa, da mamma e dal mare
E c’eri tu
Maddalena e Madonna
Stretta sotto la gonna
La mia voglia di averti allora
E c’erano dieci vagoni
Duemila terroni al binario tre
Valigie e borsoni e dai finestrini
Lo sguardo d’amore più triste che c'è
Gente del Sud, stipata sui treni
Sorrisi e canzoni e la voglia di andare ancora
E c’era l’amore
Che cambiava il colore del cielo, il sapore del vino
L’odore dell’aria al mattino era solo per te
Che scrivevo cazzate su un foglio a quadretti e canzoni in barrè
C’era la primavera, la prima sera davanti al Bibò
Un bacio e un errore, non restarci male
Ti voglio bene ma è meglio di no
E notti da frate indovino
A sputare il destino in fondo a un caffè
Come un moscerino che affoga nel vino
Cercando un profumo che altrove non c'è
Profumo di te
Maddalena e Madonna
Ogni tanto ritorna
La mia voglia di averti ancora
E c’era l’amore
Che cambiava il colore del cielo, il sapore del vino
L’odore dell’aria al mattino era solo per te
Che scrivevo cazzate su un foglio a quadretti e canzoni in barrè
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Era solo per te
Che scrivevo cazzate su un foglio a quadretti e canzoni in barrè
Mm-mm-mmh
E canzoni in barrè
Oo-oo-ooh
Era solo per te
La-la-la-la
Ed è ancora per te
There were piles of books underlined in red and blue
There were articles and laws that I no longer remember today
And there was the hastily smoked cigarette at the exit of the bar
Tobacco and perfume to feel like a man
Away from home, from mom and from the sea
And there was you
Magdalene and Madonna
Tight under the skirt
My desire to have you then
And there were ten wagons
Two thousand southerners on platform three
Suitcases and bags and by the windows
The saddest look of love there is
Southern people, crammed into the trains
Smiles and songs and the desire to go again
And there was love
That changed the color of the sky, the taste of the wine
The smell of the air in the morning was just for you
That I wrote bullshit on a squared paper and songs in barrè
There was spring, the first evening in front of the Bibò
A kiss is a mistake, don't be upset
I love you but it's better not
And nights as a soothsayer friar
To spit fate at the bottom of a coffee
Like a gnat drowning in wine
Looking for a perfume that is not there elsewhere
Scent of you
Magdalene and Madonna
It comes back every now and then
My desire to still have you
And there was love
That changed the color of the sky, the taste of the wine
The smell of the air in the morning was just for you
That I wrote bullshit on a squared paper and songs in barrè
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
It was just for you
That I wrote bullshit on a squared paper and songs in barrè
Mm-mm-mmh
And songs in barrè
Oo-oo-ooh
It was just for you
La-la-la-la
And it's still for you
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