she has those lights in the depth of her eyes
that make blind people fall in love
[I don't really know how to translate this sentence, it's something like she moves gently and lightly like perfume in the air ]
that make you become silly or make you become hard/ though
and so distant inside her hearth
that I'm sure she is from somewhere else
she has manners of saying nothing
that speak beyond the memories
that manner of crossing
when she goes to the butcher's
when she reaches my height [I'm not sure about that one ]
I'm sure she is from somewhere else
And I became a slave
of that smile, of that face
and I tell her take me away
I'm ready for all the wakes
to other places and other shores
but she passes by without answering
for her words are worthless
I'm sure she is from somewhere else
she has long hands like a lacemaker
to damn Werner's soul
that venetian silhouette
when she leans out of the shutters
I know that gesture by hearth
I'm sure she is from somewhere else
And I became a slave
of that smile, of that face
and I tell her take me away
I'm ready for all the wakes
to other places and other shores
but she passes by without answering
for her words are worthless
I'm sure she is from somewhere else
And I became a slave
of that smile, of that face
and I tell her take me away
I'm ready for all the wakes
to other places and other shores
but she passes by without answering
for her words are worthless
I'm sure she is from somewhere else