Storia di Laura - Murubutu, Dia

Fu cosi guardando lei, che il mare si arrestò

Ora non sente, niente più niente, neanche le onde che fermò

Il signor padre strinse il nodo della cravatta

Lustrò ogni placca d’oro di ogni medaglia sulla giacca

Sulla tasca bianca il noto logo della croce di Malta

La divisa della marina gli garantiva un’aura sacra

Laura bambina lo guardava, ammirava come una statua

Per lei il padre era l’unico dio, il suo super io

Dopo che la madre era morta quando lei era nata

Lei non aveva che lui, lui non aveva che lei, nessun’altra

Lui alto ammiraglio al capo di una grande fregata

Quando col palmo caldo le accarezzava la guancia

Diceva: «Sapessi quanto la ho amata, sapessi…

Aveva i tuoi occhi, le tua ciglia, le tua labbra vermiglie da fata»

Nella vita del padre solo la figlia e la nave

Il resto valori da immolare alla morale militare, c'è che

In certi uomini di mare le frontiere si delineano e creano

Il suo cuore era un eremo, una scogliera a picco sull’oceano

Fu cosi guardando lei che il mare si arrestò

Ora non sente, niente più niente, neanche le onde che fermò

Fu cosi guardando lei che il mare si arrestò

Ora non sente, niente più niente, niente più niente

Ma Laura crebbe bella come una dea pagana

Portava vestiti di organza e fiandra, profumava di mandorla amara

Suo padre la voleva al meglio, specchio su terre e mari

L’unica figlia, suo riflesso perfetto, inarrivabile ai mortali

Perciò chiunque fosse che osasse corteggiarla

Veniva smarrito a due mani come le mosche nell’aria

Per lei nessuno era all’altezza di suo padre

E per suo padre nessuno era all’altezza della sua Laura

Ma un giorno di brina, nel clima di una prima mattina

Laura si presentò al braccio di un adone in divisa della marina

Un ufficiale con occhi d’acqua che promise amore

Aveva il bel fare e l’eleganza delle uose nuove

Laura gli disse di sì, sognava una nuova vita

Quando il padre glielo impedì al mattino era già sparita

Dopo un mese tornò sconfitta, negli occhi una scritta:

Per quanto bello l’amore di quello era tutto una finta

Tornò più morta che viva a testa china alla stessa vita

Non aveva più lo sguardo d’incanto di Laura bambina

Passata da una vita da bimba a una vita da vinta

Nessuno capì come sarebbe finita, tutti capirono che era incinta

Il padre non volle sentire ragione «Ora trova un padre al bastardo!

Lo crescerai sola in casa lontana da ogni sguardo!

Sarà il frutto amaro del disonore, la malaerba in casa e tu:

La bandiera a mezz’asta di un cargo al largo!»

Lo udirono spaccare ogni specchio, parlare del male

L’uomo era vecchio: non sapeva dominarsi né comandare

Lo videro incamminarsi e rinnegare il mare

Malediva sé stesso, la figlia, invocava il nome della madre

La ragazza non disse nulla, fuggì verso l’imbrunire

Tornò dopo un giorno col mondo stravolto nell’iride

Era andata da una mezzana, una mezza levatrice

Laura si era fatta ripulire così come si suole dire

Lei non disse niente e nessuno fece domande

Camminava lento, guardava distante le speranze

Stava in piedi poco tempo poi a stento sulle gambe

E poi si mise a letto e lo riempì nel mezzo di sangue

Il padre si chiuse in un silenzio d’onore, niente parole

E lei chiusa non volle parlare neppure al dottore

Aprì la bocca solo verso le ultime ore del sole

Quando morì chiamava solo: «Papà, papà» a bassa voce

Fu cosi guardando lei che il mare si arrestò

Ora non sente, niente più niente

Fu cosi guardando lei che il mare si arrestò

Ora non sente, niente più niente, niente più niente

It was thus looking at her that the sea stopped

She now she does not feel, nothing more, not even the waves that she stopped

Mr. Father tightened the knot of his tie

He polished every gold plate of every medal on the jacket

On the white pocket the well-known Maltese cross logo

The navy uniform guaranteed him a sacred aura

Laura as a child looked at him, she admired like a statue

For her, her father was the only god, her super me

After her mother died when she was born

She only had him, he only had her, no one else

He high admiral at the head of a large frigate

When with his warm palm he stroked her cheek

She said: "I knew how much I loved her, I knew ...

She had your eyes, your lashes, your red fairy lips "

In the father's life only the daughter and the ship

The rest of the values ​​to be sacrificed to military morality, there is that

In some men of the sea, borders are delineated and created

His heart was a hermitage, a cliff overlooking the ocean

It was thus looking at her that the sea stopped

Now he hears nothing, nothing more, not even the waves that she stopped

It was thus looking at her that the sea stopped

Now he feels nothing, nothing more, nothing more

But Laura grew up beautiful as a pagan goddess

She wore organza and fiandra dresses, she smelled of bitter almond

She wanted her father to the best of her, a mirror on land and sea

Her only daughter, her perfect reflection of her, unattainable by mortals

So whoever it was who dared to woo her

She was lost with both hands like flies in the air

For her, no one was equal to her father

And for her father no one was equal to her Laura

But a frosty day, in the climate of an early morning

Laura presented herself on the arm of an Adonis in navy uniform

A water-eyed officer who promised love

She had the beauty and elegance of new shoes

Laura told him yes, she was dreaming of a new life

When her father stopped her in the morning she was already gone

After a month she returned defeated, in her eyes an inscription:

As beautiful as the love of that was all a fake

She returned more dead than alive with her head bowed to the same life

She no longer had the enchanted look of Laura as a child

Passed from a life as a child to a life of victory

Nobody understood how she would end, everyone understood that she was pregnant

The father did not want to hear reason «Now find a father to the bastard!

You will raise him alone in the house away from all eyes!

He will be the bitter fruit of dishonor, the bad grass in the house and you:

The flag at half mast of a freighter offshore! "

They heard him break every mirror, speak of evil

The man was old: he did not know how to dominate or command

They saw him set out and deny the sea

He cursed himself, his daughter, invoked his mother's name

The girl said nothing, she fled towards dusk

She returned after a day with the world upset in the iris

She had gone to a procuress, a half-midwife

Laura had been cleaned up as she says

She said nothing and no one asked any questions

He walked slowly, looked at hopes into the distance

She was standing up for a short time then barely on her legs

And then she got into bed and filled him in the middle with blood

The father closed in a silence of honor, no words

And she closed she didn't even want to talk to the doctor

She only opened her mouth towards the last hours of the sun

When she died she would just call "Papa, Papa" in a low voice

It was thus looking at her that the sea stopped

She now she does not feel, nothing more nothing

It was thus looking at her that the sea stopped

Now he feels nothing, nothing more, nothing more