Leggenda di Natale [English translation]

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You used to talk to the moon, you used to play with flowers,

you were the age that brings no pain.

And the wind was a wizard, the dew was a goddess,

in the enchanted forest of your every idea.

In the enchanted forest of your every idea.

And down came the winter that kills color,

and a Santa Claus talking about love,

and his gifts shone in gold and silver,

but his eyes were cold and they were not kind.

But his eyes were cold and they were not kind.

He covered your shoulders in silver and wool,

he weaved a necklace with pearls and emeralds.

And while you were looking at him, bewitched,

he kissed you from head to foot.

He kissed you from head to foot.

And now that other people call you a goddess,

the enchantment has vanished from your every idea.

But you would still like to tell to the moon

the story of a flower that withered on Christmas.

The story of a flower that withered on Christmas.

1. This song was inspired by George Brassens’ Le Père Noël et la petite fille {Father Christmas and the little daughter / Santa and the little girl}.

It might be either about a pedophile luring a young girl using gifts (and the Christmas-like atmosphere of serenity, joy and magic is what the girl was fooled into seeing, while the real man was completely different); or about a young girl being seduced by the charm and riches of an older man, and then left only with disillusion and regret.