This love, canzone

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in Culture

This love
This love
As beautiful as the day
And as bad as the time
When the weather is bad
This love so true
This love so beautiful
So happy
so gay
And so mockingly


Trembling with fear as a child in the dark
And so self-confident
As a quiet man in the middle of the night
This love that frightened the other
That made them talk
That made them turn pale
This love spied
Why We spiavamo
Persecuted wounded trampled killed denied forgotten
Why do we have it persecuted wounded trampled killed denied forgotten
This love in one piece
Still so alive
And all sunny
It's yours
It's mine
It was what was
This thing always new
And that has never changed
Vera as a plant
Trembling like a bird
Warm and alive like summer
We can both
Go and return
We can forget
And then riaddormentarci
Awaken us to suffer aging
fall asleep again
Dreaming death
Wake us smile and laugh
And rejuvenate
Our love is there
Stubborn as a donkey
I live as desire
Cruel as the memory
Fool like the regrets
Tender as the memory
Cold as marble
As beautiful as the day
Fragile as a child
Looks at us smiling
He speaks to us without saying anything
And I trembling listening
And cry
Cry for you
I cry for me
I beg
For you to me for all those who love each
And that you are loved
Yes I will cry
For you, for me and for everyone else
That I do not know
Stop right there

Not moving
Do not go
We who are loved
We forgot you
You do not forget us
We only had you on earth
Do not let us become cold
Much further still
And anywhere
Give us a sign of life
Much later at the corner of a wood
In the Forest of Memory
Suddenly emerging
Give us your hand
And save us.

Jacques Prevert