Era Il Tempo Delle More
Mino Reitano
It Was the Time of Blackberries
It was the time of blackberries
and I took you to the river.
A moon almost new
just like the craving for you.
Your arms like the water
and the crickets all around us.
On our lips a desire
and your life bloomed with mine.
Cornflowers and poppies
lying with our eyes up
looking at the sky
covered in blue clouds.
That night how many kisses,
that night how many stars
but few truths!
It was the time of blackberries,
the month I loved you.
The heartless bells
that flew by the hours you know.
Cornflowers and poppies
lying with our eyes up
looking at the sky
covered in blue clouds.
That night how many kisses,
that night how many stars
but few truths!
It was the time of blackberries.
The river runs to its fate
with our goodbye sadder than ever.
With our goodbye sadder than ever!
