Riccardo Cocciante "Je chante" lyrics

Je chante

La nebbia che si posa la mattinale pietre di un sentierodi collinail falco che s'innalzeràil primo raggio che verràla neve che si scioglieràcorrendo al mare…

L’empreinte d’une tête sur un oreiller blanc,le dandinement des tous premiers pas d’un enfant,pour le regard qui parlera, pour une main qui se tendra,pour l’ami que tu retrouveras…pour tout ça et ce qui viendra je chante…pour tous les temps je chante…pour les enfants je chante…pour les amants je chante…

Corro nel vento e cantola vita intera e cantola primavera e cantola mia preghiera e cantoper chi mi ascolteràvoglio cantaresempre cantare

Le tout petit matin pas encore éveillé,les premiers bruits dehors et l’odeur du café,l’ascenseur qui ne marche pas, ma ville endormie par le froid,la dame du café-tabac qui me sourira…l’eau du fleuve ridée par le souffle du vent,un petit vieux qui va solitaire à pas lents et puis le temps qui passera,le blé qui demain mûrira et la main qui le cueillera…pour ça et pour qui sera je chante…pour tous les temps je chante…pour les enfants je chante…pour les amants je chante…

Corro nel vento e cantola vita intera e cantola primavera e cantol’ultima sera e cantoper chi mi ascolteràvoglio cantaresempre cantarecantare...canto...le mani in tasca...canto...la voce in festa e cantola vita intera e canto...

Cheveux au vent je chante...je chante...la vie entière je chanteio canto...pour qui m’écoutera...per chi mi ascolterà... io canto...

I Sing

The mist which lays in the morning,A stone path of the hill,The falcon which will rise,The first ray which will come,The snow which will be meltRunning towards the sea.

The imprint of the head on the pillow,The slow and uncertain steps of a child,The look of the serenity,The hand which will be stretched,The joy of who will waitFor this and that it will come.

I sing,The hands in pocket and I sing,The voice in holiday and I sing,The band in the head and I sing,I run in the wind and I sing,The whole life and I sing,The spring and I sing,My prayer and I sing,For someone who will listen to me,I want to sing,Always sing.

The smell of the coffee in the kitchen,The house all full of the morning,And the lift which doesn't work,The love to my city,People who will smileAlong the street,The branches which are intertwined in the sky,An old man who walks always alone.

The summer which will pass then,The wheat which will mature,The hand which will pick it up,For this and that it will come.

I sing,The hands in pocket and I sing,The voice in holiday and I sing,The band in the head and I sing,I run in the wind and I sing,The whole life and I sing,The spring and I sing,The last evening and I sing,For someone who will listen to me,I want to sing,Always sing,Sing.

I sing,The hands in pocket and I sing,The voice in holiday and I sing,The whole life and I sing,I run in the wind and I sing,I sing,The whole life and I sing,I sing,For someone who will listen to me,For someone who will listen to me,For someone who will listen to me.