In primo piano
I successi di Andrea Bocelli
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrea Bocelli
Tenor
Mauro Malavasi
Keyboards
Ignazio Orlando
Programming
Joe Amoruso
Keyboards
Ruggero Robin
Guitar
Sara Sternieri
Violin
Grazia Raimondi
Violin
Laura Sarti Liliana Stamenic
Violin
Luca Falasca
Violin
Alessandro Bonetti
Violin
Gianluca Cavallari
Violin
Davide Pondi
Violin
Marta Prodi
Cello
Enrico Guerzoni
Cello
Nicola Calzolari
Viola
Sandro Di Paolo
Viola
Gianandrea Pignoni
Double Bass
Guido Corti
French Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Cirillo
Songwriter
Mauro Malavasi
Arranger
Joe Amoruso
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mauro Malavasi
Producer
Ignazio Orlando
Mixing Engineer
Antonio Baglio
Mastering Engineer
Testi
Musica di: j.amoruso - s. cirillo
Comm'? stretta 'sta via,
? 'ggente nun ce cape,
Se fa 'na prucessione,
Ce cammina chianu chianu.
Nun? muorto nisciuno,
Nun? 'o santo e nisciuno,
Nun se sente 'na voce
E nun sona 'na campana.
E intanto 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.
E chiove, n'capo 'e criature,
Vulesse arravugli?
'Sta luna cu'na funa
Pe m'a purt? luntano,
Pe m'a purt? luntano
Add? 'o cielo che? cielo
Nun se fa mai scuro.
E chiove, n'terra e nisciuno,
Vulesse cummann? pe spremmere
'E dulure
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro,
Ca nun canosce 'o mare,
Pecch? 'o mare? luntano
Eppure sta vicino.
Comm'? 'llonga 'sta via,
Pecch? nun sponta mai,
Se perde dint"e 'pprete,
'Mmiezo 'e carte arravugliate,
Sotto 'a l'evera 'e muro
Ca s'arrampeca e 'ggiura,
'E jastemme de' juorne,
'E serate senza pane.
E intanto 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane.
E chiove, n'capo 'e criature,
Vulesse arravugli?
'Sta luna cu 'na funa
Pe m'a purta luntano,
Pe m'a purta luntano
Add? 'o cielo che? cielo
Nun se fa mai scuro.
E chiove, n'terra e nisciuno
Vulesse cummann? pe spremmere
'E dulure
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro,
Ca nun canosce 'o mare,
Pecch? 'o mare luntano
Eppure sta vicino.
And it rains
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Text by: s.cirillo
Music by: j.amoruso - s. cirillo
How narrow this street is,
The people do not fit in,
They form a procession
That progresses very slowly.
No one has died,
It is nobody's saint,
You cannot hear a voice,
No bell tolls.
Meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountain to play.
And it rains on childrens' heads,
I would like to capture
This moon with a rope
To take it with me far away,
To take it with me far away,
Where the sky is sky
And never darkens.
And it rains in nobody's land.
I would like to be in charge,
To sqeeze the pain
Into this bitter river
That has never met the sea
Because the sea is far away
And yet is near.
How long this road is,
Why does it never end;
It loses itself among the stones,
In the middle of maps,
Under the grass of the wall
Which climbs and swears
And curses during the day
And in the evening without sustenance.
Meanwhile the heart waits
For the fountains to play.
And it rains on childrens' heads,
I would like to capture
This moon with a rope
To take it with me far away,
To take it with me far away,
Where the sky is sky
And never darkens.
And it rains in nobody's land.
I would like to be in charge,
To sqeeze the pain
Into this bitter river
That has never met the sea
Because the sea is far away
And yet is near.
Writer(s): Joe Amoruso, Sergio Cirillo
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