Se Ti Tagliassero A Pezzetti

If they cut you into pieces
the wind would gather them
the kingdom of spiders would sew the skin
and the moon would weave the hair and the face
and God's pollen
God's smile

I found you along the river
playing a flower leaf
singing light words, words of love
I tasted your lips of red honey
I said give me what you want, I'll give what I can

Yellow rose, copper rose
danced never so long
along the thread of the night on the stones of the day
I guitar player, mandolin player
eventually we fell on the hay

Lost for long, lost for little
taken seriously, taken as a joke
there wasn't much to say or think
luck smiled like a spring pond
tousled by all the evening winds

And now I'll wait for tomorrow
to feel nostalgic
lady freedom, miss fantasy
so precious like wine, so free like sadness
with your cloud of doubts and beauty

I crossed paths with you at the station
chasing your scent
trapped by a gray smoke suit
newspapers in one hand, destiny in the other
walking side by side with your assassin

But if they cut you into pieces
the wind would gather them
the kingdom of spiders would sew the skin
and the moon, the moon would weave the hair and the face
and God's pollen
God's smile