Come pioveva - Massimo Ranieri

C’eravamo tanto amati

per un anno e forse pi№,

c’eravamo poi lasciati…

non ricordo come fu…

ma una sera c’incontrammo,

per fatal combinazion,

perch© insieme riparammo,

per la pioggia, in un porton!

Elegante nel suo velo,

con un bianco cappellin,

dolci gli occhi suoi di cielo,

sempre mesto il suo visin…

Ed io pensavo ad un sogno lontano

a una stanzetta d’un ultimo piano,

quando d’inverno al mio cor si stringeva…

…Come pioveva… come pioveva!

Come stai?

Le chiesi a un tratto.

«Bene, grazie, disse, e tu?».

«Non c’e' male» e poi distratto:

«guarda che acqua viene gi№!».

«Che m’importa se mi bagno?»

Tanto a casa debbo andare

«Ho l’ombrello, t’accompagno»

«Grazie, non ti disturbar…»

Passa a tempo una vettura

io la chiamo, le fa: «no»

dico: «Oh!

Via, senza paura.

Su montiamo», e lei montІ.

Cos¬ pian piano io le presi le man

mentre il pensiero vagava lontano…

Quando d’inverno al mio cor si stringeva…

…Come pioveva… come pioveva!

Ma il ricordo del passato

fu per lei il pi№ gran dolore,

perch© al mondo aveva dato

la bellezza ed il candor…

cos¬ quando al suo portone

un sorriso mi abbozzІ

nei begli occhi di passione

una lagrima spuntІ…

Io non l’ho pi№ riveduta

se e' felice chi lo sa!

Ma se ricca, o se perduta,

ella ognor rimpianger:

Quando una sera in un sogno lontano

nella vettura io le presi la mano

quando salvare ella ancor si poteva…

…Come pioveva… cos¬ piangeva!

We had loved each other so much

for a year or more,

then we left each other ...

I don't remember how it was ...

but one evening we met,

by fatal combination,

because together we repaired,

for the rain, in a porton!

Elegant in her veil,

with a white hat,

sweet his heavenly eyes,

I always sadden her visin of him ...

And I was thinking of a distant dream

to a small room on a top floor,

when in winter it clung to my heart ...

... How it rained ... how it rained!

How are you?

I asked her suddenly.

"Well, thanks, she said, and you?"

"It's not bad" and then distracted:

"Look at the water coming down!"

"What does it matter if I get wet?"

I have to go home anyway

"I have an umbrella, I'll go with you"

"Thank you, don't bother ..."

A car passes in time

I call her, she says: "no"

I say: «Oh!

Away, without fear.

Let's get on », and she got on.

So slowly I took her hands

while the thought wandered away ...

When in winter it clung to my heart ...

... How it rained ... how it rained!

But the memory of the past

it was for her the greatest pain,

because she had given to the world

beauty and candor ...

so when at his door

a smile sketched at me

in the beautiful eyes of passion

a tear broke out ...

I have never seen it again

if he is happy who knows!

But if rich, or if lost,

she will always regret:

When one evening in a distant dream

in the carriage I took her hand

when she could still be saved ...

... How it rained ... so she cried!