I dedicate this song
every woman thought of as love
in a moment of freedom
known that just
there was no time and was worth
of losing more than a century.
to imagine that almost
've seen her in such a hurry to pass
from the balcony to a secret beyond
and you like remember the smile
that made you and that you've decided the
in a void of happiness.
the traveling companion
his eyes the most beautiful landscape
fans seem shorter the path
and maybe you are the only one to understand
and do not follow it down
without having touched the hand.
To those who have already taken
hours and living disappointed
with a changed man now too
you have left, needless madness
see the bottom of melancholy
a desperate future.
Images care for a few moments
you will soon be a distant crowd
overridden by a memory closer
little happiness to return
is very rare us to remember
episodes of the journey.
But if life stops to help
is more difficult to forget
than happiness glimpsed
of kisses that you have not dared to
opportunities left to wait
of eyes never meet again.
Then in moments of solitude
regret when it becomes habit,
a way to live it together, we cry
lips absent
all beautiful passing
that we could not hold back.
The loops [Les passantes]
(Text Italian Fabrizio De André - Music of Jean Bertola, original texts, from a poem by Antoine Pol
by "SONGS" 1974
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