Lingua A Sonagli - Carmen Consoli

guardo in fondo a un buco che

rimane spento

dentro le formiche parlano di me silenzio intorno, facile

distinguere le voci delle nuvole

e in questo silenzio

penso al losco tiro muto

riservato alle mie spalle

onoratissime!

perch non parli

cosicch potr stanarti

lingua a sonagli

sputa in bocca ai tuoi fratelli

forse il sole timido

non parla al vento

di fervori strani nascosti dentro s mentre il mare livido

rimane appeso sempre sotto il cielo

parlarne inutile

e in questo silenzio

penso al losco tiro muto

riservato alle mie spalle

onoratissime!

perch non parli

cosicch potr studiarti

lingua a sonagli

sputa in bocca ai tuoi fratelli

perch non parli

cosicch potr stanarti

lingua a sonagli

I look at the bottom of a hole that

remains off

inside the ants talk about me silence around, easy

distinguish the voices of the clouds

and in this silence

I think of the shady dumb shot

reserved behind me

honored!

why don't you talk

so that I can flush you out

rattle tongue

spit in the mouth of your brothers

perhaps the shy sun

does not speak to the wind

of strange fervors hidden inside while the livid sea

it always hangs under the sky

talking about it is useless

and in this silence

I think of the shady dumb shot

reserved behind me

honored!

why don't you talk

so that I can study you

rattle tongue

spit in the mouth of your brothers

why don't you talk

so that I can flush you out

rattle tongue