Acqua limpida - Fabio Concato, Pierangelo Bertoli, Grazia Di Michele

C’era il mare e c’era il cielo blu

C’era il mondo e al centro c’eri tu Stesa la sole sfioravi l’acqua limpida

Ricoperta di vento e dignit?

Come chi non sa che male c'?

E che legge nei fondi di caff?

dove tu fai solo ci?

che vuoi

E l’amore e la vita sono tuoi

Tu beata ingenuit?

persa tanto tempo fa, vera fonte di poesia

Dolce tronco della fantasia

C’era un mare ma dentro la TV

C’era un cielo e forse neanche blu

Tutto muore per?

non c'?

colpevole

E anche il sole non sembra pi?

com'?

?

cos?

che hanno scelto te Calpestati i tuoi fondi di caff?

Per?

insisti e cerca ci?

che vuoi

Che l’amore e la vita sono tuoi

There was the sea and there was the blue sky

There was the world and you were in the center You stretched out the sun and touched the clear water

Covered with wind and dignity?

How who doesn't know what's wrong?

And what do you read in the coffee grounds?

where do you just do there?

What do you want

And love and life are yours

You blessed ingenuity?

lost long ago, true source of poetry

Sweet trunk of fantasy

There was a sea but inside the TV

There was a sky and perhaps not even blue

Everything dies for?

not C'?

guilty

And even the sun does not seem more?

how?

?

cos?

who have chosen you Trample your coffee grounds?

For?

insist and look for us?

What do you want

That love and life are yours