Vasco Rossi — Albachiara song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Albachiara" by Vasco Rossi.
Lyrics
Respiri piano per non far rumore
Ti addormenti di sera e ti risvegli col sole
Sei chiara come un’alba, sei fresca come l’aria
Diventi rossa se qualcuno ti guarda
E sei fantastica quando sei assorta
Dai tuoi problemi, dai tuoi pensieri
Ti vesti svogliatamente
Non metti mai niente che possa attirare attenzione
In particolare, solo per farti guardare,
Respiri piano per non far rumore
Di addormenti di sera e ti risvegli col sole
Sei chiara come un’alba, sei fresca come l’aria
Diventi rossa se qualcuno ti guarda
E sei fantastica quando sei assorta
Dai tuoi problemi, dai tuoi pensieri
Ti vesti svogliatamente
Non metti mai niente che possa attirare attenzione
In particolare, solo per farti guardare,
E con la faccia pulita
Cammini per strada mangiando una mela
Coi libri di scuola ti piace studiare
Non te ne devi vergognare
E quando guardi con quegli occhi grandi
Forse un po' troppo sinceri, sinceri
Si vede quello che pensi, quello che sogni
E qualche volta i toui pensieri strani
Con una mano con una mano ti sfiori
Sola dentro la stanza
Lyrics translation
Breathe softly so you don't make noise
You fall asleep in the evening and wake up in the sun
You're as clear as dawn, you're as fresh as air
You turn red if someone looks at you
And you're great when you're engrossed
From your problems, from your thoughts
You dress snugly
Never put on anything that can attract attention
In particular, just to make you watch,
Breathe softly so you don't make noise
Sleep in the evening and wake up in the sun
You're as clear as dawn, you're as fresh as air
You turn red if someone looks at you
And you're great when you're engrossed
From your problems, from your thoughts
You dress snugly
Never put on anything that can attract attention
In particular, just to make you watch,
And with a clean face
Walk down the street eating an Apple
With school books you like to study
You don't have to be ashamed of it.
And when you look with those big eyes
Maybe a little too sincere, sincere
You see what you think, what you dream
And sometimes all the strange thoughts
With one hand with one hand you touch
Alone in the room