L'amore muore - Franco Califano

Cosa dire di un rapporto,

un lenzuolo quando?

corto

tutto intero non ti copre mai.

Quando penso ad una storia

chiedo aiuto alla memoria,

cerco un lieto fine che non c'?.

Gli specchi intorno a noi ci riferiscono

che siamo spenti ormai ed infieriscono.

L’amore muore e non somiglia a Ges?

Cristo,

che si stacca dalla croce, torna in vita e tutto?

a posto,

perch?

sa resuscitare, cosa questa che l’amore

non ha mai saputo fare.

L’entusiasmo che?

gi?

raro,

dura il tempo di uno sparo,

anzi a noi?

durato molto pi?.

La speranza invece?

tanta

e a svanire?

un po' pi?

lenta,

e ti ci fa credere di pi?.

E' l’illusione a cui ci aggrappavamo noi,

per non arrenderci e ancora crederci !

L’amore muore, come muore un anno intero,

quando incontra il suo dicembre

e lo schiaccia in un sentiero,

e da allora puoi sperare

che il nuovo anno possa dirti

ti presento un nuovo amore.

Un po' mi mancherai, anzi mi manchi gi?,

ma se teniamo a noi, meglio finire qua.

L’amore muore ma evitiamo il funerale,

vedo in cielo macchie nere si prepara un temporale.

A che serve rimandare,

non c'?

niente da capire,

certo ci si resta male ma… l'amore muore

What to say about a relationship,

a sheet when?

short

the whole thing never covers you.

When I think of a story

I ask for help with my memory,

I am looking for a happy ending that is not there ?.

The mirrors around us refer to us

that we are now extinguished and are raging.

Does love die and does it not resemble Jesus?

Christ,

who detaches himself from the cross, comes back to life and everything?

okay,

why?

he knows how to resurrect, what this is love

he never knew how to do it.

The enthusiasm that?

already

rare,

lasts the time of a shot,

indeed to us?

lasted much longer.

Hope instead?

a lot

and to fade away?

a little more?

slow,

and makes you believe more ?.

It is the illusion we clung to,

not to give up and still believe in it!

Love dies, as a whole year dies,

when it meets its December

and crushes it into a path,

and since then you can hope

that the new year can tell you

I present to you a new love.

I will miss you a little, indeed I miss you already ?,

but if we care about us, better end up here.

Love dies but we avoid the funeral,

I see black spots in the sky a storm is brewing.

What is the use of postponing,

not C'?

nothing to understand,

of course we feel bad but ... love dies