Claudio Baglioni — Fotografie song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fotografie" by Claudio Baglioni.

Lyrics

Un azzurro scarso in cielo
e il cielo matto di marzo
in quel nostro incontro al centro
tu poggiata sui ginocchi e il vento
ed i capelli sui tuoi occhi
qui l’ombra cade gi dalla tua mano
un orizzonte di cani
abbaia da lontano
tu aggrappata alla ringhiera di una
tenera e distratta primavera
pomeriggio lento e un p svogliato
Maggio andato via
un dito sotto il mento
e gli uccelli fuggono infilando il verde
dove la citt si perde
sotto un foglio di carta vetrata
Luglio e tu sdraiata tu sporca di baci e sabbia
a cercar le labbra smisurate
dell’estate sulle mie
in quest’altra stiamo insieme
come ridi di gusto
e fino a soffocarti io stringevo forte te bevendoti con gli occhi miei
per non scordarti
e ancora tu tra file di alberi
che cuciono colline d’uva bianca
e tu sei stata un giorno intero
a bere vino a un contadino
col bicchiere in mano l vicino
foglie arrugginite in fondo al viale
e nuove voglie e tu qui sei venuta male
la tua faccia un p tirata e una risata
senza pi allegria e incoscienza
l’aria acerba della Domenica
mattina sopra l’erba e tu
e lacrime di brina
guance colorate mentre sbucci
arance e stupide bugie
resta l non muoverti
sorridi un p adesso voltati
fai cos
appoggiati
non dire no amore guarda qui
gennaio ha il fiato grosso
scalda le parole
il sole andava gi cielo di marmo rosso tu un p nera
contro quella sera che scavava
il nostro addio e scappava
la pioggia fina salta sopra
i marciapiedi
noia moschini e tu tu guardi ma non vedi
che finita e tra le dita
non ci sono che fotografie
un azzurro scarso in cielo
e il cielo matto di Marzo
in quel nostro incontro al centro
tu poggiata sui ginocchi
e gli occhi tuoi
per sempre nei miei occhi

Lyrics translation

A scarce blue in the sky
and the Mad March Sky
at our meeting in the center
you resting on your knees and the wind
and the hair on your eyes
here the shadow falls already from your hand
a horizon of dogs
bark from afar
you clinging to the railing of a
tender and distracted spring
slow afternoon and a leisurely p
May gone
a finger under the chin
and the birds flee by sticking the green
where the city gets lost
under a sheet of sandpaper
July and you lying you dirty with kisses and sand
looking for oversized lips
summer on my
in this one we are together
how you laugh at Taste
and until I choked you I held you tight drinking you with my eyes
so you don't forget
and again you between rows of trees
who sew white grape Hills
and you've been a whole day
to drink wine to a farmer
with the glass in hand L neighbor
rusty leaves at the bottom of the avenue
and new cravings and you here came bad
your face a P Pull and a laugh
without more cheerfulness and unconsciousness
the unripe air of Sunday
morning over the grass and you
and Frost tears
colored cheeks while peeling
oranges and stupid lies
it remains L DO NOT move
smile a p now turn around
make cos
lean
don't say No Love Look here
January has a big breath
warm up the words
the sun was already red marble sky you a black p
against that night he was digging
our farewell and ran away
the fine rain jumps over
sidewalk
boredom moschini and you you look but you do not see
that finished and between the fingers
there are only photographs
a scarce blue in the sky
and the Mad March Sky
at our meeting in the center
you resting on your knees
and your eyes
forever in my eyes