Acero bianco - Massimo Ranieri

Era seduto vicino al fuoco

e parlottava con un vecchio amico

fuori faceva freddo e a poco a poco

veniva giù

la neve

aveva in mano un pezzo d’acero bianco

un legno duro quasi

quanto il tempo

ma lui paziente lo addolciva lento

davanti al fuoco col suo amico accanto

e ricordava il tempo antico e Berta

che filava

mentre là fuori faceva

freddo

e c’era un vento che portava via

quello che in terra non ha più radici

ce l’ha solo nella sua pazzia

poi prese un fiasco di rosso vero

quello che canta quando

scende in gola

e mette un tappo in bocca al tuo pensiero

ed il tuo cuore finalmente vola

prese l’armonica da otto bassi

che aveva lì

appoggiata sul camino

ed il suo viso cominciò a brillare

perché la vita fece capolino

in quei suoi occhi

a metà strada tra le stelle e il mare

suonò una tarantella

e bevve un altro bicchiere

addirittura poi si mise a ballare

balla fratello mio

e bevi queste lacrime di Dio

oh vita mia

dammi qualcosa per andare avanti

voglio un motivo vero

e non un alibi

perché di quelli ce ne sono tanti

balla fratello

non ti fermare

bevi tanto queste lacrime non sono amare

e dagli sotto con la tarantella

anche se dura

questa vita è bella

basta saperla bere

oh vita mia

dammi qualcosa per andare avanti

voglio un motivo vero

e non un alibi

perché di quelli ce ne sono tanti

balla fratello

non ti fermare

bevi tanto queste lacrime non sono amare

e dagli sotto con la tarantella

che anche se dura

questa vita è bella

basta saperla bere.

He was sitting by the fire

and he was chatting to an old friend

it was cold outside and little by little

he was coming down

the snow

he was holding a piece of white maple in his hand

almost hard wood

how much time

but he patiently softened it slowly

in front of the fire with his friend by his side

and he remembered ancient times and Bertha

that spun

while out there he did

cold

and there was a wind that carried away

what no longer has roots on earth

he has it only in his madness

then he took a flask of real red

what sings when

it goes down the throat

and puts a stopper in the mouth of your thought

and your heart finally flies

he took the harmonica from eight basses

that he had there

resting on the fireplace

and his face began to shine

because life peeped out

in those eyes of hers

halfway between the stars and the sea

he played a tarantella

and drank another glass

he even then he started dancing

dance my brother

and drink these tears of God

oh my life

give me something to go on

I want a real reason

and not an alibi

because of those there are so many

dance brother

do not stop

drink so much these tears are not bitter

and give him under with the tarantella

even if it lasts

this life is beautiful

you just need to know how to drink it

oh my life

give me something to go on

I want a real reason

and not an alibi

because of those there are so many

dance brother

do not stop

drink so much these tears are not bitter

and give him under with the tarantella

that even if it lasts

this life is beautiful

you just need to know how to drink it.