Boreale - Gigliola Cinquetti

io non vivo qua, sola

ma, se potessi io so so che me ne andrei

via da questo

gioco disonesto.

No, io non vivo qua

sola

ma la mia mente gi?

vola.

Tu bianchi fiori d’aprile avrai da me se mi respirerai

in quest’aria di neve.

Tu come l’argine al fiume tu sarai

in questo poco sole

in questo poco amore

in questo troppo vento che ci porta via

come nuvole.

Solo gli occhi, solo gli occhi

al mio cielo consumato

solo gli occhi, solo gi occhi

e tu amore mio dov’eri

quando il sole se n'?

andato via?

Tu, bianchi fiori d’aprile avrai da me se mi raggiungerai

con il passo pi?

lieve.

Tu come luce al cammino tu sarai

in questo poco sole

in questo poco amore

in questo troppo vento che ci porta via

come nuvole

ora.

Nuvola bella

nuvola vola

nuvola bella

nuvola sola

I don't live here alone

but, if I could I know I know that I would go away

away from this

dishonest game.

No, I don't live here

alone

but my mind already?

flies.

You will have white April flowers from me if you breathe me

in this snowy air.

You will be like the embankment of the river

in this little sun

in this little love

in this too much wind that takes us away

like clouds.

Only the eyes, only the eyes

to my consumed sky

only the eyes, only the eyes

and you, my love, where were you?

when the sun goes away

gone?

You, white April flowers, will have from me if you join me

with the step pi?

mild.

You will be as light to the path

in this little sun

in this little love

in this too much wind that takes us away

like clouds

Now.

Beautiful cloud

cloud flies

beautiful cloud

lonely cloud