Tutto Su Eva - Carmen Consoli

Guardami negli occhi

Spogliati da ogni falsità

Quell’aura di purezza tradisce diaboliche anomalie

E sai di cosa sto parlando

di cosa ho bisogno

Eppure avrai il coraggio di chiamare l’evidenza casualità

Bramosia e doppiezza complottano con la piu efferata crudeltà

E sai di cosa sto parlando

E che mentire non e il rimedio ad un torto

Piangerai mettendo in scena l' ennesimo dramma

mentre le lacrime corrono sulle tue guance infuocate,

Eva

e giurerai su Dio e su tua madre di non aver colpa

mentre le lacrime corrono

Guardami negli occhi

Spogliati da ogni falsità,

EVA

Quell’aura di purezza NASCONDE diaboliche anomalie

E fuggi quel mostro immondo che hai creato

Quel sonno che non concede riposo

Piangerai mettendo in scena l' ennesimo dramma

mentre le lacrime corrono sulle tue guance infuocate,

Eva

e giurerai su Dio e su tua madre di non aver colpa

Mentre le lacrime bagnano la tua camicia di seta

Credetemi e un sortilegio

e l’opera di un incantesimo

non ero padrona delle mie facoltà

E piangerai mettendo in scena l' ennesimo dramma

mentre le lacrime corrono sulle tue guance infuocate,

Eva

e giurerai su Dio e su tua madre di non aver colpa

mentre le lacrime corrono.

look into my eyes

Strip off all falsehoods

That aura of purity betrays diabolical anomalies

And you know what I'm talking about

what do I need

Yet you will have the courage to call the evidence random

Greed and duplicity conspire with the most brutal cruelty

And you know what I'm talking about

And that lying is not the remedy for a wrong

You will cry putting on yet another drama

as tears run down your burning cheeks,

Eva

and you will swear to God and your mother that you are not to blame

while the tears run

look into my eyes

Stripped of all falsehood,

EVA

That aura of purity HIDES diabolical anomalies

And flee that filthy monster you created

That sleep that does not grant rest

You will cry putting on yet another drama

as tears run down your burning cheeks,

Eva

and you will swear to God and your mother that you are not to blame

As tears wet your silk shirt

Trust me it's a spell

and the work of a spell

I was not mistress of my faculties

And you will cry as you stage yet another drama

as tears run down your burning cheeks,

Eva

and you will swear to God and your mother that you are not to blame

while the tears run.