Vasco Rossi — La Favola Antica song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Favola Antica" by Vasco Rossi.
Lyrics
C’era un volta una favola antica
quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata
che continuava a volare nell’aria
aspettando colui
che l’avrebbe di nuovo narrata
era una favola vecchia
un poco svanita
come un barattolo
di aranciata aperta
ma non voleva rassegnarsi
e cercava di «non dimenticarsi»!
Parlava di una bambina bionda
che non voleva dormire da sola
e la sua mamma poverina
doveva starle sempre vicina
un giorno venne una bella signora
tutta vestita di luce viola
prese la mamma per la mano
e la portІ lontano lontano
la bimba pianse 100 sere
poi si stancІ
e si addormentІ
Quando il mattino
la venne a svegliare
con un bellissimo raggio di sole
vide la mamma poverina
che sotto un albero dormiva
e la signora vestita di viola
disse «non devi pi№ avere paura…
di restare sola»
C’era una volta una favola antica
quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata
che continuava a volare nell’aria
aspettando colui che l’avrebbe
di nuovo narrata
era una favola vecchia
era poco svanita
come un barattolo
di aranciata aperta
e per non essere dimenticata
diventІ vera…
diventІ! oh oh oh!
…la vita!
Lyrics translation
Once Upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale
almost by all now forgotten
that kept flying in the air
waiting for him
that he would narrate it again
it was an old fable
a little faded
like a jar
of open Orange
but he did not want to resign himself
and he was trying to "don't forget"!
He was talking about a little blonde girl.
she didn't want to sleep alone
and his poor mother
she had to be close to her all the time.
one day a beautiful lady came
all dressed in purple light
he took mom by the hand
and take her far away
the baby cried 100 evenings
then you get tired
and fall asleep
When the morning
he came to wake her up.
with a beautiful Sunbeam
he saw the poor mother
that under a tree slept
and the lady dressed in purple
he said, " You don't have to be afraid anymore."…
to be alone»
Once Upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale
almost by all now forgotten
that kept flying in the air
waiting for the one who would
narrated again
it was an old fable
it was a little faded
like a jar
of open Orange
and not to be forgotten
become true…
become! oh oh oh!
... life!