Come faceva freddo
Nada. Piero Ciampi.
Le finestre non son tutte uguali
anche le porte hanno un'anima
sentire sempre le stesse cose
purtroppo due vite noiose
Lui invece ogni giorno era nuovo
è lui la cosa che ho persa
apriva una porta, sei piani di scale
ogni giorno una cosa diversa
Come faceva freddo
com'era bello che lui fosse lì
lui mi guardava
come faceva freddo
Come faceva freddo
com'era bello che io fossi lì
lui mi stringeva
come faceva freddo..
Anche le finestre avevano un cuore
c'era una porta che faceva rumore
e mentre lui moriva d'inedia
lo scongiuravo dall'unica sedia
come faceva freddo
com'era bello che lui fosse lì
apro una porta sei piani di scale
ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più ..
Come faceva freddo
com'era bello che lui fosse lì
lui mi guardava
come... come faceva freddo
Anche le finestre avevano un cuore
c'era una porta che faceva rumore
e mentre lui moriva d'inedia
io lo scongiuravo dall'unica sedia,
come faceva freddo
com'era bello che lui fosse lì
apro una porta, sei piani di scale
ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più
Come faceva freddo
come faceva freddo
lui mi guardava
come faceva freddo....
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The windows are not all the same
even the doors have a soul
always feel the same things
unfortunately two bored lives
But he was new every day
he is the thing I lost
He opened a door, six flights of stairs
a different thing every day
How cold it was
how nice that he was there
he looked at me
how cold it was
How cold it was
how beautiful that I was there
he held me tight
how cold it was..
Even the windows had a heart
there was a door that made noise
and while he died of starvation
I begged him from the only chair
how cold it was
how nice it was that he was there
I open a door, six flights of stairs
there are his paintings but he is gone..
How cold it was
how nice that he was there
he looked at me
how ... how cold it was
Even the windows had a heart
there was a door that made noise
and while he died of starvation
I begged him from the only chair,
how cold it was
how nice that he was there
I open a door, six flights of stairs
there are his paintings but he is gone
How cold it was
how cold it was
he looked at me
how cold it was ....
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