Skiantos — X agosto song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "X agosto" by Skiantos.
Lyrics
Tornava una rondine al tetto, poi
L’uccisero e cadde tra spini
Ella aveva nel petto un insetto
La cena dei suoi rondinini
Ora la' come in croce che attende
Quel verme, quel cielo lontano
E il suo nido nell’ombra che attende
Che pigola sempre piu' piano
Anche un uomo tornava al suo nido
L’uccisero, disse perdono
E resto' negli aperti occhi un grido
Portava due bambole in dono
Ora la' nella casa romita
L’attendono, attendono in vano
Egli immobile attonito addita
Le bambole il cielo lontano
E tu cielo dall’alto dei monti
Sereno, infinito, immortale
Oh d’un pianto di stelle lo innondi
Quest’atomo opaco del male
Tornava una rondine al tetto
L’uccisero, cadde tra spini
Ella aveve nel becco un insetto
La cena dei suoi rondinini
Tornava una rondine al tetto
L’uccisero, cadde sui pini
Ella aveva un verme da un etto
La cena dei suoi rondinini
Poverini, poverini i rondinini
Sono solo dei bambini
Poverini i rondinini piccolini
Poverini, poverini, poverini !
Lyrics translation
A swallow came back to the roof, then
They killed him, and he fell between thorns.
She had an insect in her chest
The dinner of his swallows
Now there ' as in the cross waiting
That worm, that Distant Sky
And his nest in the shadow that awaits
That sweeps more and more slowly
Even a man returned to his nest
They killed him, said Pardon
And there was a cry in the open eyes
She carried two dolls as a gift
Now there in the House romita
They wait, they wait in vain
He motionless astonished Adita
The dolls the far Sky
And you sky from the top of the mountains
Serene, infinite, immortal
Oh of a weeping of stars you flood it
This opaque atom of evil
A swallow came back to the roof
They killed him, he fell between thorns
She had an insect in her beak
The dinner of his swallows
A swallow came back to the roof
They killed him, he fell on the Pines.
She had a worm from an etto
The dinner of his swallows
Poor, poor the swallows
They're just kids.
Poor little swallows
Poor, poor, poor !