Dolcenera [English translation]

Look at her, she’s coming, look how she is, how she is

Look at how she’s coming, look that it’s her, that it’s her

Look at how she’s coming, look, look how she is

Look at her, she’s coming, it’s her, it’s her

black that takes away, that takes away the street

black that hasn’t been seen in a lifetime, so black dolcenera

black that hits hard, that breaks doors

It’s not water that makes yawn

(but) it’s closing doors and windows, closing doors and windows

Black of misfortune that kills and passes by

Black like bad luck that makes its den where there’s no full moon

Black of bitter layers that passes coffins

More to move

She doesn’t have, she doesn’t have

But Anselmo’s wife doesn’t have to know

That she came for me, she’s been here since one hour

And love, love is her only topic

And sky’s mess came in the wrong moment

Water that is looking for anything but being consecrated

Water that brings bad luck, it goes up the stairs, it goes up without salt, it goes up

Water that breaks the hill and drowns land and bridge

It’s not the water of a bunch of rain

(but) it’s a great mess, a great mess

But Anselmo’s wife is dreaming about the sea

When it obstructs gorges, when it retires and it remounts

And the sheet inflates on wave cable

Look at how she’s coming, look how she is, how she is

look at how she’s coming, look that it’s her, that it’s her

dense jets of water from sky and from ceiling

water for photos, to look for accomplices to curse

water that holds tunny nets sides of passer-by

More to carry on her shoulders

She doesn’t have, she doesn’t have

Beyond glasses wall rises again the life

That takes itself by the hand once the battle is over

Like it does this love that because of anxiety of gettino lost

In one day had the assurance of having itself

Water that got dark, that now retires

Shallow it marches past between people like an innocent that has nothing to do with it

Cold like a pain, heartless Dolcenera

More to drag

She doesn’t have, she doesn’t have

and Anselmo’s wife hears water going away

from clothes pasted because of every frost of skin

in its tram unconnetted from every distance

in the middle of time, that now is left over

such was that love with a missing end

such amazing and true that it can deceive you

Look at her, she’s coming, look how she is, how she is

Look at how she’s coming, look that it’s her, that it’s her

Look at how she’s coming, look, look how she is

Look at her, she’s coming, it’s her, it’s her

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:Anime salve (1996)