11.
The
Last Days Of Summer - (Ascolta clip da 30 secondi)
(Music by Gino Vannelli lyrics by Gino Vannelli
and Glenn Morley)
(published by Whirling Rainbow Music/BMI and
Glenn Morley Music II)
Orchestration by Gino Vannelli and Glenn Morley
Performed by NOA featuring Dunja Jennings on
clarinet,Fred Korman on oboe and Tim Jensen
on flute
Piano performed by Gino Vannelli |
| Mia moglie e` distesa al mio fianco, oziando nel sole caldo,
piu` bella che mai. E` poco prima dell’autunno. Il profumo e la sensazione dei prati nelle
campagne rendono la mia mente tranquilla e rinfrescano la pelle. Mio figlio e` seduto poco
distante, combattuto tra il suo Terry Goodkind e lo schernire i gatti con un fiore. Continuo a
respirare profondamente, godendomi ogni odore, ammirando ogni albero e fiore sotto questo cielo
azzurro. I miei sensi sono appagati. Raramente il mio cuore e la mia mente sono cosi’ sereni;
l’enfant terribile, quale sono, coglie quell’attimo per addentrarsi in quel territorio proibito
solo per riemergerne un po` piu` maturo e saggio. |
The trees are full
and green
The garden sweet and lush
The warmth of the sun belies September
A truth to which I must surrender
The hours are numbered
These last days of summer
Her sundress, pink and white
An orchid in her hair
As lovely a sight as ever to me
Were I a stranger would she woo me
I can’t help but wonder
These last days of summer
Thinking the unthinkable
Chased with lemon tea
Thoughts that never crossed my mind
When I was twenty-three
Too busy being me
A ship once hailed unsinkable
Is floundering in the deep
A boy who once prayed to his God
For his soul to keep
Would settle for a good night’s sleep |
My father warned
of the waning years
What every man goes through
I thought him weak and too fraught with fear
To see his tragic point of view
It’s a sad cliché
But ever since he’s passed away
He’s ever more present to me
Looking past my prime
Waging war on Father Time
Dad I think I understand, finally
Strange that my eyes should gain more sight
As the days begin to lose the light
Winter looms on my horizon
Look at me in my summer wear
Completely unprepared
We wrestle in the grass
He’s grown so tall so quick
I struggle to get the better of him
Just how much I truly love him
This I’ve discovered
These last days of summer
Just how much I truly love them
…These
last days of summer
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