tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440450620561193447.post232128330121251331..comments2024-03-28T06:04:08.593-04:00Comments on Mami's Shit: Québec Saint-Jean-Baptiste MusicMamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13298385482303078866noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440450620561193447.post-49417060770042210082016-06-25T10:55:44.262-04:002016-06-25T10:55:44.262-04:00Rough Translation from the Italian:
Air, in ever...Rough Translation from the Italian: <br /><br />Air, in every corner of my room<br />I'm looking for you<br />Air, in the labyrinths of my mind<br />I'm chasing you.<br /><br />of my carriage princess<br />Stay with me<br />sleep in peace tonight<br />inside me.<br /><br />White your skin, your white robe<br />singing, dance for me<br />your face shines like a candle<br />opening my window in the evening.<br /><br />Air, fresh scent of spring<br />Air, bitter memory of one evening.<br /><br />lone tree<br />which shines in a wheat field<br />I will go to meet<br />and in your branches I hang<br />your leaves I picked one at a time<br />in all my illusion, in my every feeling.<br /><br />Air, in every corner of my room<br />I'm looking for you<br />Air, in the labyrinths of my mind<br />I'm looking for you.<br /><br />of my carriage princess<br />take me with you through<br />hazy mountains, misty seas<br />the dawn is born in you, the day he dies with you ... the day dies with you ...<br /><br />Take me<br />in large fields of snow<br />where there is no sun, take all of me<br />your veins are rivers among the rocks<br />and your hands pale mountains in the night.<br /><br />Jump with you on the water lilies<br />in silvery waterfalls<br />and the dunes whipped by the wind.<br />And with the wind my carriage<br />on your white footsteps passes<br />and before a monastery<br />stops.<br /><br />Air, you give me open the door<br />and it's raining outside<br />in the rooms of your nest<br />I'm ... I'm addentrando addentrando ...<br /><br />Air, my body on your body<br />It is moving slowly<br />Air, my body on your body<br />sinks gently<br />Air, I'm trying to find out<br />to discover your secret.<br /><br />I entered into your body<br />I am the universe<br />I am your body<br />I am the universe<br />I'm slipping into your river<br />Air, I'm going crazy.<br /><br />A color Hurricane<br />rages within me<br />I open my arms about you<br />whip sounds crushed<br />by gusts of rain<br />on horses of my carriage.<br />Through the windows of my room<br />I look outside and it's raining outside<br />and droplet hanging on the railing<br />I see the pearls of your crown ...<br /><br />Air, in every corner of my room<br />I'm looking for you<br />Ariia, on wet asphalt of my road<br />I'm chasing you and you're melting<br />Air, I feel that I'm losing you.<br /><br /><br />Sorrenti is a pop and disco singer now but in the early 1970s he was prog with Jean-Luc Ponty from Frank Zappa's band guesting on this album. Pink Floyd had him as their opening act when they toured Italy. Back then his singing was very wild-banshee method in the style of Tim Buckley and Robert Plant. <br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZvag-XPCHQ<br /><br />http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/7ah6kfrqnh/Horsie_Wants_More_Scratch_Not_to_Take_Yo_Wig_Off_lol.gifNegentropichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17104407003718477087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440450620561193447.post-15249424238128272742016-06-25T10:46:31.650-04:002016-06-25T10:46:31.650-04:00All great albums and I own the CDs of the last 3 m...All great albums and I own the CDs of the last 3 more Prog-Rock-oriented ones. For those who don't know French, the lyrics to all of these albums are online and can be put directly into a translator. <br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZTjSisCDvw<br /><br />https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O_FrtnxYjk<br /><br />Aria, in ogni angolo della mia stanza<br />io ti sto cercando<br />Aria, nei labirinti della mia mente<br />io ti sto inseguendo.<br /><br />Principessa della mia carrozza<br />resta con me<br />dormi nella pace di questa sera<br />dentro di me.<br /><br />Bianca la tua pelle, bianca la tua veste<br />canta, danza per me<br />il tuo viso brilla come una candela<br />aprendo la mia finestra nella sera.<br /><br />Aria, dolce profumo di primavera<br />Aria, amaro ricordo di una sera.<br /><br />Albero solitario<br />che risplendi in un campo di grano<br />io ti vado incontro<br />e ai tuoi rami io mi appendo<br />le tue foglie ho raccolto una alla volta<br />in ogni mia illusione, in ogni mia sensazione.<br /><br />Aria, in ogni angolo della mia stanza<br />io ti sto cercando<br />Aria, nei labirinti della mia mente<br />io ti sto cercando.<br /><br />Principessa della mia carrozza<br />portami con te attraverso<br />monti sfuocati, mari annebbiati<br />l'alba nasce in te, il giorno muore con te... il giorno muore con te...<br /><br />Portami<br />nei grandi campi di neve<br />dove il sole non c'è, prendi tutto di me<br />le tue vene son fiumi tra le rocce<br />e tue mani pallidi monti nella notte.<br /><br />Salto con te sulle ninfee<br />nelle cascate argentate<br />e sulle dune frustate dal vento.<br />E con il vento la mia carrozza<br />sulle tue orme bianche passa<br />e dinanzi a un monastero<br />si ferma.<br /><br />Aria, tu mi apri la porta<br />e fuori sta piovendo<br />nelle stanze del tuo nido<br />io mi sto addentrando... io mi sto addentrando...<br /><br />Aria, il mio corpo sul tuo corpo<br />si muove lentamente<br />Aria, il mio corpo sul tuo corpo<br />sprofonda dolcemente<br />Aria, sto cercando di scoprire<br />di scoprire il tuo segreto.<br /><br />Sono entrato nel tuo corpo<br />sono io l'niverso<br />sono io il tuo corpo<br />sono io l'universo<br />nel tuo fiume sto scivolando<br />Aria, sto impazzendo.<br /><br />Un uragano di colori<br />si scatena dentro me<br />apro le braccia su di te<br />suoni di frusta schiacciati<br />da raffiche di pioggia<br />sui cavalli della mia carrozza.<br />Attraverso i vetri della mia stanza<br />guardo fuori e fuori piove<br />e nelle gocce sospese alla ringhiera<br />vedo le perle della tua corona...<br /><br />Aria, in ogni angolo della mia stanza<br />io ti sto cercando<br />Ariia, sull'asfalto bagnato della mia strada<br />ti sto inseguendo e tu ti stai sciogliendo<br />Aria, io sento che ti sto perdendo.Negentropichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17104407003718477087noreply@blogger.com