Saturday, July 14, 2012

Fabrizio De Andrè - Via del Campo



Love Guitar & vocal.. splendid
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http://lyricstranslate.com
You think you are going far away
She looks at you with a bright smile,
You won't believe that paradise
Is just upstairs at the first floor.
A fool goes to the narrow lane
To tell her, o, please, marry me!
To watch her going up the stairs
Till the balcony door is closed.
Laugh and love if love it does answer,
Cry aloud if it does not hear you,
Nothing grows out of precious diamonds,
Out of dung, the flowers do grow,
Nothing grows out of precious diamonds,
Out of dung, the flowers do grow.
some part of a translation... lovely song 
Grazia

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