Pino Donaggio - Concerto per Venezia Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

(poetic)

Concerto for Venice

The world always dies a little at a time—what you love in the end disappears—
and all that remains for us is dirty water and nothing more.
 
I love Venice as if Venice were a woman—maybe more.
And if I have to go away, even just for a little while,
when I think of home, I think of her.
 
The world knows you cannot—cannot abandon everything just like that.
Your palaces and churches—your entire history—where will all that go?
 
Venice is dying, but, if that is so, I could die with her.
Her lights are dimming but her heart—that, that heart is not.
 
But where, where will they go, the lovers,
and what will they dream, the lovers?
 
Venice always dies a little, but her concerto, no,
because otherwise perhaps I would die with her too.
 
I would die with her too.
 


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