Francesco De Gregori — Spalle larghe song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Spalle larghe" by Francesco De Gregori.

Lyrics

Un uomo con le spalle larghe, ecco cosa ci vorrebbe per te,
che ti capisce senza farlo capire e non ti spieghi mai perch?,
che ti conosca da quand’eri piccola, o che da piccola ti immaginava gi?.
Un uomo con le spalle larghe, lo sa bene lui come si fa.
Un uomo con le spalle larghe, la paura non sa nemmeno che ?,
se tira freddo si alza il bavero e corregge il caff?.
Pu? ritornare sporco di rossetto, tanto ha una faccia che non tradisce,
un uomo come ce ne sono tanti, che quando vuole non capisce.
Un uomo con le spalle larghe, la fortuna non sa nemmeno che ?,
ogni sera fa cadere le stelle, ogni mattina le raccoglie con te,
e se bastassero le cartoline, te ne manderebbe una ogni anno,
e poi potresti vederlo piangere, come gli uomini non fanno,
un uomo che mangia il fuoco, e per scaldarti si fa bruciare.
Diventa cenere a poco a poco ma non la smette di amare.
Un uomo con le spalle larghe tutta la vita ti prender?,
per insegnarti e per impararti, se mai la vita baster?.
In una grande casa con le finestre aperte, in certe stanze piene di vento.
Un uomo con le spalle larghe una buona misura del tempo.

Lyrics translation

A man with broad shoulders, that's what it would take for you,
who understands you without making it clear and never explains why?,
that I've known you since you were little, or that when I was little, I imagined you already?.
A man with broad shoulders, he knows how to do it.
A man with broad shoulders, fear does not even know what ?,
if he pulls cold he raises his lapel and corrects the caff?.
Pu? return dirty lipstick, so much has a face that does not betray,
a man like that there are so many, that when he wants, he does not understand.
A man with broad shoulders, luck does not even know what ?,
every night he makes the stars fall, every morning he collects them with you,
and if postcards were enough, he'd send you one every year.,
and then you could see him crying, like men don't,
a man who eats fire, and to warm you gets burned.
It becomes ash gradually but does not stop loving it.
A man with broad shoulders all his life will take you?,
to teach you and to teach you, if ever baster life?.
In a large house with open windows, in certain rooms full of wind.
A man with broad shoulders a good measure of time.