Una lucciola d'agosto - Gianmaria Testa

Una lucciola d’agosto

Se ne andava una mattina

Fiera della sua valigia

A raccogliere la luna

E gridava ai quattro venti

La sua gioia d’esser viva

Lo gridava ai quattro venti

E la sua luce lampeggiava

Ma la lucciola d’agosto

Vide il sole che nasceva

Solo, dietro le montagne

Vide il sole che brillava

Disse al sole — non salire

Con la tua luce assassina —

Gridò al sole — non salire —

E la sua luce già moriva

E una lucciola d’agosto

Han trovato sopra un fiore

Stretta nella mano destra

La valigia con la luna

E hanno detto — sarà morta

Per paura o per amore —

Hanno detto — sarà morta

Perché luce non aveva

Perché luce non aveva —

E la vide il sole da lontano

Sopra quel fiore di neve

E alla lucciola

Sorrise

An August firefly

He left one morning

Proud of her suitcase

To collect the moon

And she was shouting to the four winds

His joy of her to be alive

She shouted it from the rooftops

And his light of hers was flashing

But the August firefly

He saw the sun rise

Alone, behind the mountains

He saw the sun shining

He said to the sun - don't go up

With your killing light -

He cried to the sun - don't come up -

And her light of him was already dying

And an August firefly

Han found above a flower

Hold in the right hand

The suitcase with the moon

And they said - she will be dead

Out of fear or out of love -

They said - she will be dead

Because she had no light

Because there was no light -

And she saw the sun from afar

Above that snow flower

And the firefly

He smiled