Pensando a te - Umberto Tozzi

Pensando a te

Pensando a te

Pensando a te

Pensando a te, io mi vesto e via

Pensando a te, come un soffio, io

Pensando a te, un biglietto, addio

I passaporti prego, qui che c'è?

Valigie, sogni e forse un po' di te

Qui un anno fa guardavo l’Italia

Come una vecchia zia in miseria

Qui ora sto pensando a te

Un anno fa c’era una stella in più

Com’eri bella sotto il cielo, tu

Sì, anima mia di vecchio soldato

La biancheria non hai perduto

E per lei hai sempre vinto tu

Ah, ecco gli alberi

Da quanto tempo non li sognavo più

Ah, ecco gli alberi e mi risveglio…

Pensando a te, che a quest’ora sei

Pensando a te, calda come il pane

Pensando a te, io ti voglio bene

Pensando a te, con le mani in croce

Pensando a te, con la stessa voce

Pensando a te, io ritorno

Un caldo bagno schiuma di poesia

Vuoi esser mia, semplicemente mia

Vuoi una frittata di pane e d’amore

Fammi dormire sul tuo cuore

Fammi dormire sul tuo cuore…

Ah, ecco gli alberi

Da quanto tempo non li sognavo più

Ah, ecco gli alberi e mi risveglio…

Pensando a te, che a quest’ora sei

Pensando a te, calda come il pane

Pensando a te, io ti voglio bene

Pensando a te, con le mani in croce

Pensando a te, con la stessa voce

Pensando a te, io ritorno a te

Thinking about you

Thinking about you

Thinking about you

Thinking of you, I get dressed and go

Thinking of you, like a breath, me

Thinking of you, a ticket, goodbye

Passports please, what is it here?

Suitcases, dreams and maybe a little bit of you

Here a year ago I was looking at Italy

Like an old aunt in misery

Here now I'm thinking of you

A year ago there was one more star

How beautiful you were under the sky

Yes, my soul of an old soldier

The linen you have not lost

And for her you have always won

Ah, here are the trees

How long have I not dreamed of them anymore

Ah, here are the trees and I wake up ...

Thinking of you, who are at this time

Thinking of you, hot as bread

Thinking of you, I love you

Thinking of you, with your hands on the cross

Thinking of you, with the same voice

Thinking of you, I return

A warm bubble bath of poetry

You want to be mine, simply mine

You want an omelette of bread and love

Let me sleep on your heart

Let me sleep on your heart ...

Ah, here are the trees

How long have I not dreamed of them anymore

Ah, here are the trees and I wake up ...

Thinking of you, who are at this time

Thinking of you, hot as bread

Thinking of you, I love you

Thinking of you, with your hands on the cross

Thinking of you, with the same voice

Thinking of you, I return to you