Carmen Consoli
Miscellaneous
The Last Kiss
You seek brotherly shelter and comfort
you hold out your arms to the mirror
you move with difficulty and with a severe look
you mumble a melancholic Modugno
Of those violins played by the wind
the last kiss my sweet little girl
burns on the face like lemon drops
the heroic courage of a fierce farewell
but they are tears while it rains it rains
while it rains it rains
while it rains it rains
Magical quiet veiled indulgence
after the ungrateful storm
catch your breath and with intense transport
celebrate a mild and unusual awakening
A thousand violins played by the wind
the last embrace my beloved little girl
in the faint memory of a silver rain
the merciless sense of a non return
Of those violins played by the wind
the last kiss my sweet little girl
burns on the face like lemon drops
the heroic courage of a fierce farewell
but they are tears while it rains it rains
while it rains it rains
while it rains it rains

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