Come E' Profondo Il Mare - Lucio Dalla

Stay the night, fall in love, it's on the table If you know, what I mean, don't be afraid, no Lay your cards, front of me, if you're able And you might (Might), might get what you want tonight (Oh) I can't say that I, never dreamed of touchin' on you Ain't that what wild dreams are made of? (Ooh, oh yeah) So many feelings involved We can't pretend, don't play it off I wanna feel everything and I want you, whoa And I want you, babe Ooh, and I can't lie (Yeah) And I want you, babe If we could, then we should just Come together, babe You and I, it's alright, it's perfect timing (Oh, for it) You've been waitin', and I'm anxious for you to dive in (Me too, uh) I'm doin' for you, what I wouldn't do for anybody So you might (I might), might get what you want tonight I won't say that I, never dreamed of touchin' on you (On you) Ain't that what wild dreams are made of? Yeah, yeah So many feelings involved We can't pretend, don't take it off I wanna feel everything, I want you, oh And I want you, babe (Want you, baby) Ooh, and I can't lie (Yeah) And I want you, babe (Woo) If we could, then we should just Come together, babe We should (Come), come together, baby (Oh, please come) Oh, so don't, don't make wait, wait We on the same page, you know ain't nothin' in the way, babe The way that I want you, you And I want you, babe (Want you, but won't tell, no) Ooh, and I can't lie (Ooh, no) And I want you, babe (Baby) If we could (Could), then we should (Should) just Come together, babe Ooh, ooh Come together, babe Come, come, yeah

Come wind, come rain, we're off again Our muddy boots plod down the lane The snow has snowed, now the grass has growed And it's time that we were on the road The mare is shod, the miles untrod between us and the land of God We're on our way And everyday is another ten miles and an armful of hay Hey, ho, the wind and the rain It's another ten miles and a pocket of grain Come wind, come rain, we're off again Our muddy boots plod down the lane The snow has snowed, the grass has growed And it's time that we were on the road Hey, ho, the wind and the rain The passers-by wave their arms and grin

Questo freddo mi scalda dentro Perché almeno non sono solo a sentire il gelo Tu vuoi che rimanga lo stesso e a volte ci pensi Che è vero non sai cosa trovi e sai cosa perdi E poi Sono io che non ho l'altezza Della tua mano sulla guancia, di una carezza In macchina col sole in faccia e una fototessera E da quando ho cambiato macchina l'ho anche persa Eh È il mio flusso che parla forte Perché ho trovato le parole e in parole povere Voglio solo avere il sole un paio di volte Tenerlo dentro le mie tasche sotto le suole E se Ti sorrido è perché mi piaci Perché mi fai sentire in pace e non mi dispiace Perché mi serve riposare se penso troppo Ti chiedo resta ancora Senza andartene da me Non ora Perché sento i tagli nella gola Sto cercando un posto in tutta Roma Per guardare questo cielo viola Qui fuori piove Non ho voglia di coprirmi Tu per me non hai valore Fino a quando non mi accorgo che potresti andartene E forse, io non so cos'è l'amore E non posso darti niente Perché il mio cuore fa finta di battere è fermo da anni E ti prego adesso non piangere Cerca di capire senza darei di matto Tu ti muovi silenziosa come una mantide Ed io ti sto rubando il tempo e mi sento un ladro e poi Mi vergogno di come sono E ti chiedo scusa perché ho finto fin dall'inizio Siamo due, ma con un solo respiro ti chiedo resta ancora Senza andartene da me Non ora Perché sento i tagli nella gola Sto cercando un posto in tutta Roma Per guardare questo cielo viola Non andartene da me Non ora Perché sento i tagli nella gola Sto cercando un posto in tutta Roma Per guardare questo cielo viola

Quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento Quando tira il vento, ascolto te che stai chiamando Quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento Quando soffia il vento Qui non piove più oramai Cielo aperto, azzurro e poi Spazi grandi e verdi tra noia e tranquillità Ma forse tu nevicherai E se si alzerà il vento Lo vedremo scatenare Le più alte onde in mare E poi sarà tempesta Sotto cieli un po' più veri Sai, potremmo riposare E ci darà di più di quello che c'è stato E quello che è passato E sarà tuo e mio Vedrai se arriverà, che brezza porterà con sé E quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento Quando tira il vento, ascolto te che stai chiamando Quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento Quando soffia il vento Perché un giorno capirai E lo riconoscerai Sarà un forte temporale Poi mai più dolore E se si alzerà il vento Lo vedremo scatenare Le più alte onde in mare E poi sarà tempesta Sotto cieli un po' più veri Noi potremmo riposare Pioverà e ti bagnerai E non ti riparerai E se mai nevicherà Guarderemo scendere i suoi fiocchi Giù e per sempre su quello che c'è stato Su quello che è passato Su e ancora E tutto coprirà, e tutte le città E poi sarà tempesta E sotto cieli un po' più veri Sai, potremmo riposare E ci darà di più di quello che c'è stato E quello che è passato E sarà tuo e mio Vedrai se arriverà Che brezza porterà con sé Pioverà e ti bagnerai Tu non ti riparerai E se mai nevicherà Guarderemo scendere i suoi fiocchi Giù e per sempre su quello che c'è stato Su quello che è passato Su e ancora E tutto coprirà, e tutto porterà con sé Quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento (Il vento) Quando tira il vento, ascolto te che stai chiamando (Il vento) Quando tira il vento, quando tira il vento (Il vento) Quando soffia il vento

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour