Riccardo Cocciante "Yo canto" lyrics

Yo canto

La niebla que se posa en la mañanaLas piedras de un camino en la colinaEl ave que se elevaráEl alba que nos llegaráLa nieve que se fundirá corriendo al marLa almohada aun caliente guarda vidaInciertos pasos lentos de una niñaLos pasos de serenidadLa mano que se extenderáLa espera de felicidad por estoy por lo que vendrá

Yo cantoTranquilamente cantoLa voz en fiesta y cantoLa banda en fiesta y cantoCorriendo al viento

CantoLa vida entera cantoLa primavera cantoRezando también cantoAlguien me escucharáQuiero cantarleSiempre cantarle

El aroma del café en la cocinaLa casa que se llena de alegríaEl ascensor que no vaEl amor a mi cuidadLa gente que sonreirá son de mi calleLas ramas que se cruzan hacia el cieloUn viejo que camina en solitarioEl verano que nos dejaráEl trigo que maduraráLa mano que lo acogerá por estoy por lo que será

Yo cantoTranquilamente cantoLa voz en fiesta y cantoLa banda en fiesta y cantoCorriendo al viento

CantoLa vida entera cantoLa primavera y cantoRezando también cantoAlguien me escucharáQuiero cantarleSiempre cantarleCantarle

TranquilamenteLa voz en fiesta y cantoLa vida entera y canto corriendo al viento

CantoYo cantoLa vida entera cantoYo canto alguien me escucharáAlguien me escucharáAlguien me escuchará

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 waitThat is why and for what 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 does not 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,That is why and for what 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.