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Laura Pausini "Je chante" paroles

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La nebbia che si posa la mattina
le pietre di un sentiero
di collina
il falco che s'innalzerà
il primo raggio che verrà
la neve che si scioglierà
correndo 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 canto
la vita intera e canto
la primavera e canto
la mia preghiera e canto
per chi mi ascolterà
voglio cantare
sempre 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 canto
la vita intera e canto
la primavera e canto
l'ultima sera e canto
per chi mi ascolterà
voglio cantare
sempre cantare
cantare...
canto... le mani in tasca...
canto... la voce in festa e canto
la vita intera e canto...

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

The fog that settles in the morning
The stones on the path
On the mountain
The hawk will rise
The first beam that will appear
The snow which will melt
Rushing to the sea...

The imprint of a head on a white pillow,
The waddle of the first steps of a child,
For the look which speaks, for a hand which will be held out
For the friend that you will meet
For all that, and what will come, I sing...
All the time, I sing...
For the children, I sing... for the lovers, I sing...

I run in the wind and sing
about my entire life and I sing
about spring and I sing
about my prayer and I sing
for those who will listen to me
I want to sing
Always sing

The little morning not yet awoken,
The first sounds outside, and the smell of coffee,
The elevator that doesn't work, my sleepy town in the cold
The woman from the café-tabac1 who will smile at me
The river water rippled by the wind
A little old man who walks lonely with small steps, and then the time which will pass,
The wheat which will ripen tomorrow, and the hand which will pick it,
For that, and for what will be, I sing...
All the time, I sing...
For the children, I sing...
For the lovers, I sing...

I run in the wind and sing
about the whole of life and I sing
about spring and I sing
about last night and I sing
for those who will listen to me
I want to sing
Always sing
To sing...
I sing... my hands in my pockets...
I sing... my voice rejoicing, and I sing...
about the entire life, and I sing...

The wind in my hair, I sing...
I sing... about my entire life, I sing...
I sing... for those who will listen to me...
For those who will listen to me... I sing...