Quattordici Luglio - Carmen Consoli

Guardavo le sue mani che stuzzicavano insolenti una rosa finta

Ed era così dolce il modo in cui nascondeva l’imbarazzo

Mentre parlava e sorrideva ironicamente

Delle proprie sventure, teneva gli occhi bassi

Guardavo le sue mani che si intrecciavano

Tra i ricami di una tovaglia

Riuscivo a stento a trattenere la voglia

Di afferrarle, di aggredire il suo dolore

Misto all’incenso

Il sapore di un pasto frugale

I ricordi storditi dal tempo

Pur essendo simile a tante e tante altre persone

Era speciale, speciale

Guardavo le sue mani che enfatizzavano

Opinioni con eleganza

Tra le improvvise somiglianze

Simbiotiche intuizioni, l’amichevole trasporto

Misto all’incenso

Il sapore di un pasto frugale

I ricordi sbiaditi dal tempo

Pur essendo simile a tante e tante altre persone

Era speciale

Mi lasciavo sedurre dalle sue manie

Mi lasciavo sedurre dalle sue manie

I watched her hands cheekily tease a fake rose

And it was so sweet the way she hid the embarrassment

As she spoke and smiled wryly

Of her own misfortunes, she kept her eyes cast down

I watched his hands intertwine with him

Among the embroideries of a tablecloth

I could hardly hold back the urge

To grab them, to attack her pain

Mixed with incense

The taste of a frugal meal

Memories stunned by time

While being similar to many and many other people

She was special, special

I watched her hands emphasizing hers

Opinions with elegance

Among the sudden similarities

Symbiotic intuitions, friendly transport

Mixed with incense

The taste of a frugal meal

Memories faded by time

While being similar to many and many other people

She was special

I let myself be seduced by his manias

I let myself be seduced by his manias