Chissà - Gerardina Trovato

Mentre le stelle formano il carro

in questa notte gelida

dentro ad un locale quasi vuoto

parliamo giàda un’ora di chissà

come sarebbe il mare senza sale

del perchèogni volta ci si bacia

pure senza amore

Amica mia fammi accendere ancora

e non contarmi i bicchieri

ti trucchi gli occhi ogni sera e mi dici

«ce li ho troppo piccoli»

ma ogni tanto li muovi, sorridi,

ogni tanto li apri

e ogni volta non sai

che quando mi guardi me li fai sparire

Ma chissàse lei lo sa che non èun gioco

ma chissàse lei lo sa che non èpoco

ma chissàse lei lo sa che tutto al mondo puòfinire

ma chissàse lei lo sa che anche una stella muore

Mentre le stelle sembrano spilli

in questa notte gelida

come sei buffa quand'èche mi dici

«ho troppi fratelli»

Ma chissàperchèpiùparli e piùsono gelosa

io non so cosa si prova forse perchè

sono cresciuta sola

Ma chissàse lei lo sa che non èun gioco

ma chissàse lei lo sa che non èpoco

ma chissàse lei lo sa che tutto al mondo puòfinire

ma chissàse lei lo sa che anche una stella muore

Tutto passa, solo lei puòfarmi male

100 uomini ma lei non si puòcambiare

ma chissàse lei lo sa che tutto non èmai ogni cosa

ma chissàse lei lo sa che tutto questo èamore

chissà

(Grazie a Giancarlo per questo testo)

While the stars form the chariot

on this cold night

inside an almost empty room

we have already been talking about who knows for an hour

what the sea would be like without salt

of why we kiss each time

even without love

My friend let me turn it on again

and don't count my glasses

you make up your eyes every night and you tell me

"I have them too small"

but every now and then you move them, smile,

every now and then you open them

and every time you don't know

that when you look at me you make them disappear

But who knows she knows it's not a game

but who knows she knows that it is not small

but who knows she knows that everything in the world can be finished

but who knows she knows that even a star dies

While the stars look like pins

on this cold night

how funny you are when you tell me

"I have too many brothers"

But who knows why the more I talk to them, the more jealous I am

I don't know what it feels like maybe why

I grew up alone

But who knows she knows it's not a game

but who knows she knows that it is not small

but who knows she knows that everything in the world can be finished

but who knows she knows that even a star dies

Everything passes, only she can hurt me

100 men but she can't be changed

but who knows she knows that everything is never everything

but who knows she knows that all this is love

maybe

(Thanks to Giancarlo for this text)