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Unforgettable Music from Italy
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  • E chioveAndrea Bocelli
  • Sing: Andrea Bocelli
    Authors: Amoruso - Cirillo - 1995
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Comm'è stretta 'sta via
'A 'ggente nun ce cape
Se fa 'na prucessione
Ca cammina chianu chianu

Nun è muorto nisciuno
Nun è 'o santo e nisciuno
Nun se sente 'na voce
E nun sona 'na campana
E intanto 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane

E chiove, 'ncapo 'e criature
Vulesse arravuglià 'sta luna cu na funa
Pe m'a purtà luntano, pe m'a purtà luntano
Addò 'o cielo che è cielo nun se fa mai scuro

E chiove, 'nterra e nisciuno
Vulesse cummannà pe spremmere 'e dulure
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro, ca nun canosce 'o mare
Pecché 'o mare luntano eppure sta vicino

Comm'è longa 'sta via
Pecché nun sponta mai
Se perde dinto 'e prete
'Nmiezzo 'e carte arravugliate

Sotto a l'evera 'e muro
Ca s'arrampeca e giura
'E jastemme de juorne
'E serate senza pane
E intanto 'o core aspetta
Ca s'arapene 'e funtane

E chiove, 'ncapo 'e criature
Vulesse arravuglià 'sta luna cu na funa
Pe m'a purtà luntano, pe m'a purtà luntano
Addò 'o cielo che è cielo nun se fa mai scuro

E chiove, 'nterra e nisciuno
Vulesse cummannà pe spremmere 'e dulure
Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro, ca nun canosce 'o mare
Pecché 'o mare luntano eppure sta vicino

Dinto a 'stu ciummo amaro, ca nun canosce 'o mare
Pecché 'o mare luntano eppure sta vicino

Translation

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This street is so narrow
people don't fit
it becomes a procession
that proceeds very slowly

No one died
it is no one's saint
you don't hear a voice
and no bells ring
in the meantime the heart waits
for the fountains to run

and it rains on children's heads
I want to lasso the moon with a rope
to take me far away ,take me far away
where the sky is the sky and it never darkens

it rains ,no one's land
I want to squeeze the pain
into the sour river,that knows not the ocean
because the ocean is far and yet it's near

this road is so long
it never leads anywhere
it loses itself in the rocks
and amid crumbled papers

beneath the grass and the wall
it takes over and promises
and it swears this day
and night without bread
and in the meantime the heart waits
for the fountains to run

and it rains on children's heads
I want to lasso the moon with a rope
to take me far away ,take me far away
where the sky is the sky and it never darkens

it rains ,no one's land
I want to squeeze the pain
into the sour river,that knows not the ocean
because the ocean is far and yet it's near

into the sour river,that knows not the ocean
because the ocean is far and yet it's near

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