Pooh — Diritto d'amare song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Diritto d'amare" by Pooh.

Lyrics

Piegato in un pacco sottile
c' il tuo vestito di qualche anno fa;
memoria di un’amore che fu primavera
e adesso precaria routine.
Eppure lo specchio gentile,
non mostra quasi traccia del tempo che va,
si vedono ragazze coi libri di scuola
che sembran pi№ vecchie di te,
ma lui si addormenta leggendo,
gi tanto se c'.
E una donna ha diritto d’amare
e occasioni ne hai,
non ti arrendi ai tramonti del cuore,
eri bella e lo sei.
E i tuoi figli ormai prendono il largo,
perch quella la via
e lui sembra un cliente d’albergo,
buonanotte poesia.
E quanto bisogna soffrire
per ingannare gli anni ed entrare nei jeans,
e allora ti domandi dov' che hai sbagliato,
cos’hanno le altre e tu no.
Eppure il tuo frutto maturo
trattiene tanto amore che scoppia tra un po',
e lui candidamente non si accorge di niente,
a parte che amaro il caff,
sei forte ma intorno c' un muro pi№ forte di te.
E una donna ha diritto d’amare
sei al giro di boa,
non hai tempo di farti cullare
dalla malinconia.
E lasciarti cadere le braccia
non quello che vuoi,
quanta voglia di sbattergli in faccia
che non c' solo lui.
Il tempo una lama sottile,
millimetri per volta si porta via te,
quell’anima un po' zingara e un po'
guerrigliera
il solo dottore che hai,
magari influenza d’autunno,
va via prima o poi.

Lyrics translation

Folded into a thin package
there your dress a few years ago;
memory of a love that was spring
and now precarious routine.
And yet the gentle mirror,
it shows almost no trace of the time going,
you see girls with school books
who look older№ than you,
but he falls asleep reading,
gi so much if there.
And a woman has a right to love
and opportunities you have,
do not give up on the sunsets of the heart,
you were beautiful, and you are.
And your children are now taking off,
'cause that's the way
and he looks like a hotel customer,
good night poetry.
And how much you have to suffer
to fool the years and get into jeans,
and then you wonder what you did wrong,
what the others have and you don't.
And yet your ripe fruit
holds so much love that it breaks out in a while,
and he candidly does not notice anything,
except I love the caff,
you are strong but around there is a wall stronger№ than you.
And a woman has a right to love
you're on the boa tour.,
you don't have time to get lulled
from melancholy.
And drop your arms
not what you want,
how much I want to bang him in the face
that it's not just him.
Time a thin blade,
millimeters at a time takes you away,
that soul a bit Gypsy and a bit
guerrilla
the only doctor you have,
maybe autumn flu,
he's leaving sooner or later.