La rosa del deserto - Nomadi

Dentro i tuoi gesti c' qualcosa di pi№

dietro i tuoi passi l’ombra dov'

ti muove il vento forse lo muovi tu perІ di certo ti amai;

come la rosa del deserto che sa

schiudersi dentro tutto il vuoto che c'

e fu per caso per destino o follia ma so di certo che amai,

poi la neve avvolse tutte le cose lieve quasi come morire

nella quiete cominciai a capire finalmente

pronunciai il mio nome.

Sai tra le mani ho stretto quel gelo

perch© domani ricordassi che c’ero

che ero nel mondo a fare a morsi l’amore;

come ogni arsa creatura

e che con la vita abbia protetto il dolore

che sia servita a non lasciarmi il timore

di stare al mondo farmi a pezzi per sempre

per ogni sorta d’amore,

ma la neve scese bianca per ore lieve quasi come morire

nella quiete io imparai a sognare finalmente

a pronunciare il mio nome.

Dentro i tuoi gesti c' qualcosa di pi№

dietro i tuoi passi l’ombra dov'

ti muove il vento o forse lo muovi tu perІ di certo ti amai;

ma la neve scese piano per ore lieve quasi come morire

nella quiete imparai a sognare finalmente

a pronunciare il mio nome.

Poi la neve avvolse tutte le cose lieve quasi come morire

nella quiete cominciai a capire finalmente

io seppi il mio nome.

Inside your gestures there is something more

behind your steps the shadow where

the wind moves you maybe you move it but I certainly loved you;

like the desert rose that knows

open up inside all the emptiness that there is

and it was by chance by fate or madness but I know for sure that I loved,

then the snow enveloped all things as light as dying

in the stillness I finally began to understand

I said my name.

You know in my hands I held that frost

so that tomorrow I would remember that I was there

that I was in the world biting love;

like any scorched creature

and that with life he protected the pain

that it served not to leave me fear

to be in the world tearing me apart forever

for every kind of love,

but the snow fell white for hours as light as dying

in the stillness I finally learned to dream

to say my name.

Inside your gestures there is something more

behind your steps the shadow where

the wind moves you or maybe you move it but I certainly loved you;

but the snow fell slowly for hours, almost as light as dying

in the stillness I learned to dream at last

to say my name.

Then the snow enveloped all things as light as dying

in the stillness I finally began to understand

I knew my name.