Era Una Vez
Lupita D'Alessio
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, a poet who was a lover
Let his flowers run down the river
For his love who waited far away
With anxiety, he sent his love.
On the wings of memory, traveling a thousand destinations,
Not hurting from the past and making a stop along the way.
That tale that one night a sad and distant voice
In its wait without tomorrow told him its emotion.
The stars went out
And without roses the rosebush,
He couldn't find forgetfulness
That endless tale.
Once upon a time, a poet who was a lover
Let his flowers run down the river
For his love who waited far away
With anxiety, he sent his love.
He had a saffron-colored collar
And a cyclamen-colored jacket
He came on foot from Lodi to Milan
To meet the beautiful Gigogin.
And his verses and his roses sliding in the river
Found no sun or harbor in his sweet delirium.
The poet night after night without fatigue and without boredom
In his pain without reproach calls for the dream of glass.
Once upon a time, a poet who was a lover
Let his flowers run down the river
For his love who waited far away
With anxiety, he sent his love.
He had a saffron-colored collar
And a cyclamen-colored jacket
He came on foot from Lodi to Milan
To meet the beautiful Gigogin.
Once upon a time, a poet who was a lover
Let his flowers run down the river
For his love who waited far away
With anxiety, he sent his love.
He had a saffron-colored collar...
