Angelo Branduardi — Il Ciliegio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il Ciliegio" by Angelo Branduardi.
Lyrics
Gi ero vecchio e stanco
per prenderla con me,
ma il vecchio giardiniere
rinunciare come pu all’ultimo suo fiore,
se l’inverno viene gi.
Gi ero vecchio e stanco,
ma la volli per me e il sorriso della gente
di nascosto accompagn
il mio andare verso casa
e l’inverno viene gi…
Lei era la pi bella
che avessi visto mai:
sorrideva fra le ciglia
e il mio cuore riscaldava,
era l’ultimo mio fiore
e l’inverno viene gi.,
Poi anche il mio cillegio
a suo tempo matur;
lei venne un mattino
a chiedernnene i frutti.
«Devo avere quelle ciliegie
perche presto un figlio avr».
Io guardavo le sue guance:
pi bella era che mai.
e sentivo dentro me gi crescere la rabbia:
«Chiedi al padre di tuo figlio
di raccoglierle per te».
Sorridendo come sempre,
le spalle mi volt
e la vidi in mezzo ai prato
verso l’albero guardare:
era l’ultimo mio fiore
e l’inverno viene gi.
Fu il ramo suo pi alto
che il ciliegio chin
ed il padre di suo figlio
cos I’accontent.
Gi ero vecchio e stanco
per prenderla con me,
ma il vecchio giardiniere
rinunciare come pu all’ultimo suo fiore,
se l’inverno viene gi.
Lyrics translation
I was old and tired.
to take her with me,
but the old gardener
give up as pu its last flower,
if winter comes gi.
I was old and tired.,
but you wanted it for me and people's smile
secretly accompany
my going home
and winter comes already…
She was the most beautiful
that I'd ever seen:
she smiled between her eyelashes
and my heart warmed,
it was my last flower
and winter comes already.,
Then my cherry too
in its time matur;
she came one morning
to ask for the fruits.
"I must have those cherries
for soon a son will have".
I looked at his cheeks:
she was prettier than ever.
and I felt anger growing inside me:
"Ask the father of your child
to collect them for you."
Smiling as always,
my shoulders volt
and I saw her in the meadow
towards the tree look:
it was my last flower
and winter comes already.
It was his highest branch
that Cherry chin
and the father of his son
so please him.
I was old and tired.
to take her with me,
but the old gardener
give up as pu its last flower,
if winter comes gi.