"I tre adattamenti sono stati realizzati insieme a Eleonora Toffolo, una carissima amica che a dispetto del nome è inglese e conosce l'italiano anche meglio di me. Quella di rendere fedelmente i miei testi, magari rispettandone il linguaggio e non stravolgendone i giochi di metafore, era un'autentica sfida, occorreva una certa sensibilità: i complimenti ricevuti dicono che l'obiettivo è stato raggiunto. I pezzi sono stati registati assieme a quelli in italiano, con Eleonora che mi controllava la pronuncia."
* tratto da Carmen Consoli - Quello che sento, F. Guglielmi - GIUNTI Editore 2006
When the April showers blur the horizon disconsolately fishermen bring their boats sowly back to the shore.
When April showers send housewives hurrying outdoors to salvage rows of white washing hanging on the line.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end, every cloud lost its silver-lining, having fun was playing a game of pretend.
The April showers release the sweet scent of blossolming trees to ride the wind and go down to mingle with the salt-sea air.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end.
What we missed then, most of all, was our indisputable right to laughter.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
I suffer seeing you
break the principles
which were the firm basis
of an exemplary dignity.
The questionable urgency
that makes it essential for people
to conform to the norm
is inadmissible.
They say that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
but the exception to the rule
undermines the norm.
If it is true that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
then giving up your soul
would bring a handsome reward
I suffer seeing you
making bizarre movements
controlled by a shrewd,
string-pulling puppeteer .
Do you think
escaping the stern
and watchful gaze
of your own conscience
can be an admirable choice ?
They say that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
but the exception to the rule
undermines the norm.
If it is true that the return
on any sacrifice is considerable,
then giving up your soul
would bring a handsome reward
Christmas Eve,
A day like any other ,
A cup of hot milk and
No gifts to unwrap.
Greetings Professor and
Happy New Year,
all of a sudden his eyes were filled with
an indecipherable expression of embarrassment.
Christmas Eve
And the sound of multi-voice choirs
carried on the wind,
blessed be the Lord.
Street decorations,
live nativity scenes ,
all of a sudden his eyes were filled with
a sense of dejection mixed with frustration.
And he would have liked
to have had a caring,
loving partner
By his side.
And he would have liked
to feel the warmth
of another body
beneath the sheets.
Christmas Eve,
a bare tree,
a fleeting glance at
old philosophy texts.
Greetings professor and
Happy New Year
All of a sudden his eyes were filled with a fierce
Sense of dissatisfaction.
And he would have liked
to have had a caring,
loving partner
By his side.
And he would have liked
to feel the warmth
of another body
beneath the sheets.
One look from him and I fell under his spell,
His manicured fingers moved like a magician's.
His lips in proportion to the pearly-white,
Dazzling perfection of his irresistible smile.
With great expertise, never wasting a word,
I gave in to his charm and persuasion as he
Sweet talked me.
We started to meet and date fast and furiously,
In all the unusual places we could think of.
My artful young man had endless resources,
Pulling the strings that seduced me.
No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
Something borrowed 'n' blue, something old 'n' new,
As I waited devoutly for the groom to appear.
Crammed in their pews the guests growing restless
Restraining their pent-up hysteria.
The minutes ticked by with relentless precision,
So where on earth was my husband to be ?
No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.
Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace flowing softly behind me,
No wedding march to walk down the
aisle with, just the dull dirge of
my inconsolable grieVING.
A problem arose,
disappointment,
the unexpected bolt
from out of the blue.
The long waits
the impending trepidation ,
but it is true that
great expectations are deceptive
embrace all, lose all.
The problem that arose
Proved irreparable,
but it is true that
strong feelings dull the senses
and instinct succumbs to reason.
No more Paris
Or Vienna,
The carefree walks
In that bay down South…
…you’ll find someone else to ask :
Take me somewhere by the sea…
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
A problem arose,
disappointment ,
but it is true that
for some foxes all grapes are sour…
No more Paris
Or Vienna,
The carefree walks
In that bay down South…
…and on the way back you were
already diligently whispering :
Take me somewhere by the sea…
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
Take me somewhere by the sea …
By the sea…
By the sea…
Willpower you have become
Deaf and vulnerable .
I don’t believe you, you’re
ably and astutely lying .
Willpower blind and defenceless,
sadly apathetic.
And I try to get my bearings
Amid the darkness and disorder ,
the awkward hesitation
and childish cowardice.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November
I can hear them from my hiding place
Through a small opening.
Willpower, you have sadly
remained an invalid.
I don’t believe you, you’re lying,
awkwardly, but undauntingly. .
And I try to get my bearings
Amid the darkness and disorder ,
the awkward hesitation
and childish cowardice.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November
I can hear them from my hiding place
Through a small opening.
Cold Northern winds tell me stories
Of a late, nostalgic November.
I can hear them from my hiding place,
Through a small opening.
Lord of the oceans,
What is your
Demolition strategy
Today?
Lord of the oceans,
I hope you don’t mind,
But i’m planning my great
Escape.
You should be delighted
To see me as grains of sand
Among the remains
Of your marvellous, tower of strength.
I was the queen of nothing.
Washed up with the last wave, weiry, helpless,
But finally safe.
And i congratulate you
For losing your faith in me,
But you’re terribly sorry
And i don’t understand
Why you’ve even started fearing yourself.
Lord of the oceans,
Make amends,
As you try to redeem
Your self esteem.
Lord of the oceans,
I hope you don’t mind
If i bid you my last
Farewell.
You should be delighted
To see me as grains of sand
Among the remains
Of your marvellous, tower of strength.
I was the queen of nothing.
And i congratulate you
For losing your faith in me,
But you’re terribly sorry
And i don’t understand
Why you’ve even started fearing yourself .................. (twice)
Lord of the oceans,
I hope you don’t mind,
But i’m planning my great
Escape.
Masino was picking cherries,
"Be careful or you’ll fall",
shouted his mother-in-law.
he thought ‘I’d best be quick
or she’ll bring me bad luck. ‘
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
Dressed in black, in the sweltering heat,
the mother-in-law shouted :
"Masino be careful because if you fall
you’ll hurt yourself”. He thought:
“great way to put a jinx on someone"
"You’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
"You’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from that tree slowly "
"you’re too high and the ladder won’t stand the weight,
Masino come down from there slowly"
What with his mother-in-law putting a jinx on things
and the fact that he was too high up,
the ladder broke,
and he was left hanging
from the tree and the lovely
cherries all fell down to the ground.
... those lovely, sweet, red cherries
... those lovely, sweet, red cherries.
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy your lovin’ is all i think about.
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy it’s more than i dare to think about.
Every night, every day
Just to be there in your arms.
Won’t you stay ........................ (3 times)
Won’t you ............ Stay forever, and ever, and ever ......
La la la ......
La la la ......
La la la ......
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy your lovin’ is all i think about.
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy it’s more than i dare to think about.
There’s a dark secret in me
Don’t leave me locked in your heart.
Set me free
Feel the need in me
Stay forever, and ever, and ever ......
I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy your lovin’ is all i think about.
Forgive me
For my voice, damaged
By smoke and strain and a
Predisposition to decadence.
Forgive me
For my appearance, shabby
And in a sad state of neglect. The passage of time
Will bring wisdom and common sense.
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
and it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
Forgive me
if I don’t take advantage of the benefit of the doubt
and moments of cowardly silence. The passage of time
will bring back the gospel to the truth.
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
And it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
My revolution already seems
Like a fight against windmills,
And will bring no
Medals for merit…
My revolution is it never rains
but it pours, a castle in the air,
And it will bring
Neither praise, nor blame …
My revolution already seems
Like a fight against windmills,
And will bring no
Medals for merit…
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