A che serve volare

( Sing: Roberto Carlos )
( Authors: D. Pace - R. Carlos - 1968 )

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  • A che serve volare - Roberto Carlos

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Original


Veloce come il vento
io correvo verso te,
la strada sempre uguale
scompariva agli occhi miei.

Ma a che serve volare,
sempre volare,
quando l'amore
non aspetta pił te.

Ti vedevo nello specchio,
eri bella come allora,
sembravi la regina
della notte e dell'aurora.

Ma a che serve volare,
sempre volare,
quando l'amore
non aspetta pił te.

Ma nel fondo di ogni uomo
la speranza sempre c'č,
per questo che correvo
come il vento verso te.

Io volevo credere
a un miracolo, chissą,
io volevo credere
a un miracolo, ma.

Ma a che serve volare,
sempre volare,
quando l'amore
non aspetta pił te.

Io tornavo lentamente
dopo aver visto te,
la strada nel ritorno
era lunga come mai.

Ma a che serve volare,
sempre volare,
tanto il mio amore
non mi vuole mai pił.

Se veloce come il vento
io correvo verso te,
piangendo come un bimbo
io tornavo a casa mia.

Ma a che serve volare,
sempre volare,
quando l'amore
non aspetta pił me.

A cosa serve volare!
A cosa serve volare!

Translation


Fast as the wind
I ran in your direction,
the highway always equal
disappeared to my eyes.

But for that it serves to fly,
always to fly,
when the love
doesn't wait for you more.

I saw you in the mirror,
you were beautiful as before,
you seemed the queen
of the night and of the dawn.

But for that it serves to fly,
always to fly,
when the love
doesn't wait for you more.

But deep down from every man
the hope always has,
for this that I raced
as the wind toward you.

I wanted to believe
to a miracle, maybe,
I wanted to believe
to a miracle, but.

But for that it serves to fly,
always to fly,
when the love
doesn't wait for you more.

I returned slowly
later gives to have seen you,
the highway in the turn
was long as never.

But for that it serves to fly,
always to fly,
so much my love
doesn't want me never again.

If fast as the wind
I ran in your direction,
crying as a boy
I went back to my house.

But for that it serves to fly,
always to fly,
when the love
doesn't wait for me more.

For that serves to fly!
For that serves to fly!

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