Verranno a chiederti del nostro amore
Fabrizio De AndréLa versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014] | |
THEY'LL COME AND ASK YOU ABOUT OUR LOVE When, well before you get amazed, they'll come and ask you about our love to those people so skilled in gaining persuasion don't give in too much haste so a long lasting love. Don't let your lips be clogged up with too many words, your lips so restrained in the fantasies of love and, after love, so firm in taking shelter in the always and in false minded nevers I haven't been able to change you, you didn't change me, you know. They'll bring a mirror behind their microphones so that you look nicer and think of me as an old man, so show them a makeup you didn't use with me, and they'll get astonished that I wasn't enough for you. Tell them that I threw power away from my hands where love wasn't grown up and I left scratches on your breast then coming back after love to the caresses of love, it was so easy, then You haven't been able to change me, I didn't change you, you know. Tell them they've always given me back your eyes like flowers presented in May and returned in November, your eyes like returnable bottles for your employers, your eyes employed since three years, your eyes in their possession. Now good for combing plages with the excuse of searching for coral or for throwing oneself into a cinema with a stone around the neck and too tired not to be ashamed to confess it in my eyes, really the same as yours They've been able to change us, they did change us, you know. But letting others be unaware of all this, tell me, how does one feel without any program? Will you admire yourself on so much as to wear yourself at your finger, will you make love out of love or to get it assured? Will you go to live with Alice, who makes whisky by distilling flowers or with a donjuan who promises you to introduce you to his parents or will you stay, far more simply, where a moment is the same as any, without asking to yourself why? Will you keep on being chosen, or, finally, will you make a choice? | THEY'LL COME TO ASK YOU ABOUT OUR LOVE When, before you even know about it, to your amazement they come to ask you about our love, to those people consumed with grabbing one's attention, a love so long, don’t you give it to them so easily. Don’t throw your lips open to a snarl of words, your lips so restrained in the fantasies of love, after love so secure in taking refuge in the “forevers,” in the hypocrisy of the “nevers.” I haven’t managed to change you, you haven’t changed me, you know. And off camera they’ll bring a mirror to make you more beautiful and, thinking I’m old already, you give them a makeup you never wore with me. And they'll be astonished that you weren’t enough for me. Just tell them that power, I hurled it from my hands where love wasn’t grown-up, and I left scratches on your breasts, to return after love-making to the caresses of love. It was easy at the time. You weren’t able to change me, I didn’t change you, you know. Tell them your eyes always came back to me like flowers bestowed in May, given back in November, your eyes like returnable containers for whoever gave you work, your eyes hired for three years, your eyes for them, now good for sifting beaches under the pretext of cheap red, or for throwing yourself into a movie with a stone at your neck, and too tired to not feel ashamed, to confess it in mine eyes, just identical to yours. They managed to change us, they managed to, you know. But without others knowing anything about it, tell me without a program, tell me what it feels like. You’ll keep admiring yourself so much you'll want to wed yourself. You’ll make love for love’s sake, or to have it guaranteed. You’ll go live with Alice, who makes herself whiskey distilling flowers, or with a Casanova who promises to introduce you to his parents, or you’ll remain more simply where one moment deserves another, without asking yourself how come. You'll continue to make yourself choose, or finally you will choose. |