Ecco Tutto Qui - Mina

Strana la vita

Come se la vita fosse un modo di morire

Strana la storia

Come se la storia la potessi raccontare

Strana la gente

Come se alla gente gli importasse di capire

Strano cantare

Strano cantare

Canta una giostra

Giù nel baraccone il disco è sempre uguale

Gira la ruota

La luminaria è stata accesa male

Senti una nota

E allora se ogni volta che ti dicon di cantare

Devi cantare

Devi cantare

E la canzone era per noi

Noi…

Io non ti amavo e ti stavo vicino

Tu che giocavi col vecchio violino

Poi sotto il sole giù al vecchio mulino

Per fare anche all’amore

Io che tiravo a non farmi capire

Tu che provavi a parlare d’amore

Finiva il riso, vergogna il sudore

Ecco, tutto qui

E la canzone dice noi

Noi…

Io che ti odiavo e ti stavo vicino

Tu che parlavi piuttosto al violino

Noi sotto il sole giù al vecchio mulino

Per fare anche all’amore

Io che tiravo a non farmi capire

Tu che provavi a parlare d’amore

Finiva il riso, vergogna il sudore

Ecco tutto qui

Stupida vita

Come se la vita ti trovasse il primo amore

Stupida storia

Come se la storia lasciasse raccontare

Stupida gente

E invece questa gente che la storia piace ancora

Stupido dire

Stupido dire

Che quei due morti siamo noi…

Noi, noi così bianchi, così stretti vicino

Qualcuno prega, uno tocca il violino

Va via anche il sole dal vecchio mulino

Per un altro amore

Noi bisognava cercare, capire

Capire cosa

Che forse l’amore

Gli occhi perduti per non far rumore

Ecco tutto qui

Strange life

As if life were a way of dying

The story is strange

As if the story could be told

Strange people

As if people care to understand

Strange to sing

Strange to sing

Sing a carousel

Down in the booth the disc is always the same

Spin the wheel

The luminaria was badly lit

Hear a note

So what if every time they tell you to sing

You have to sing

You have to sing

And the song was for us

We…

I didn't love you and I was close to you

You playing with the old violin

Then under the sun down to the old mill

To make love too

I was trying not to make myself understood

You who tried to talk about love

The rice ran out, the sweat was ashamed

Here, that's all

And the song tells us

We…

I who hated you and was close to you

You who spoke rather on the violin

We in the sun down at the old mill

To make love too

I was trying not to make myself understood

You who tried to talk about love

The rice ran out, the sweat was ashamed

That's all there is to it

Stupid life

As if life found your first love

Stupid story

As if history let it be told

Stupid people

And yet these people still like history

Stupid to say

Stupid to say

That those two dead are us ...

We, we so white, so close together

Someone prays, one touches the violin

Even the sun goes away from the old mill

For another love

We had to seek, understand

Understand what

That perhaps love

Eyes lost so as not to make noise

That's all there is to it