Traduzione del testo della canzone Skirmishes for Diotima - Rome
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Skirmishes for Diotima
(originale)
Weren’t they like skirmishes
In some great war?
Our kisses so deep but fleeting
Like vultures digging for lice
We were led to the soul by way of skirts
Were led to love by way of knives
We valued what war reversed
Season comes round
We break and fall, that’s all
Season comes round, we break and fall
Seasons come and go, that’s all
She thought me contemptible
No compassion for the fate
Of the little man who finds rest only
In the contempt of the great
And pity moves in funny ways
Let’s not try to be witty when the grave
Lies open before us
Always
Pity moves in funny ways
Let’s not try to be witty when the grave
Lies open before us
Always
Pity moves in funny ways
Let’s not try to be witty when the grave
Lies open before us
Always
Pity moves in funny ways
Let’s not try to be witty when the grave
Lies open before us
Always
Pity moves in funny ways
Let’s not try to be witty when the grave
Lies open before us
Always
(traduzione)
Non erano come le scaramucce
In qualche grande guerra?
I nostri baci così profondi ma fugaci
Come avvoltoi che cercano i pidocchi
Siamo stati condotti all'anima attraverso le gonne
Sono stati portati all'amore attraverso i coltelli