[Genovese dialect]
Look at her she comes, look how she is, how she is
Look there she comes, it is her, it is her
Look at her she comes, there she comes, how she is
[/dialect]
Black (♀️) that brings away
that takes away the way
Black (♀️) that wasn't seen since a whole life
so sweet and black (♀️), black (♀️)
Black (♀️) who hits hard
that knocks down doors
[Genovese dialect]
It's not the water that makes people yawn
(but) it closes (doors and windows) , it closes
[/dialect]
Black (♀️) of bad luck
that kills and passes over
Black (♀️) like the misfortune that burrows where there's no moon, moon
Black (♀️) of bitter aquifiers
where coffins pass
[Genovese dialect]
Anything else to relocate
she doesn't have, she doesn't have
[/dialect]
But Anselmo's wife, must not know
because she came for me
she's here since an hour
and love has love as only subject
And the sky's tumult has come in the wrong moment
[Instrumental]
Water that you don't expect
far from being hallowed
Water that brings misfortune
that raises through the stairs
without any salt, salt/raises (raises==salt in Italian)
Water that breaks the mountain
that sinks land and bridge
[Genovese dialect]
It's not the water of a sheet of rain
it's a mess, it's a mess
[/dialect]
But Anselmo's wife is dreaming about the sea
when it channels into crannies, retreats and re-raises
and the bed sheet inflates on the recess of the wave
and the fight becomes... slippery and wet
[Genovese dialect]
Look at her she comes, look how she is, how she is
Look there she comes, it is her, it is her
Look at her she comes, there she comes, how she is
[/dialect]
Water of thick spills, from skies and from the ceilings
water for photographs to find the accomplices to curse
water that squeezes the flanks, tuna net of passerby-es
[Genovese dialect]
Anything else to carry
she doesn't have, she doesn't have
[/dialect]
Over the wall of the window glasses
the life wakes up again
that takes itself by the end
when the fight is over
like this love does, because from the anxiety of getting lost
it got in a day the certainty of having itself
[Instrumental]
water that stayed 'till evening, that now retires
low it zooms between people like an innocent that didn't do anything
As cold as a pain, Sweet, black and heartless
[Genovese dialect]
Anything else to sweep away
she doesn't have, she doesn't have
[/dialect]
And Anselmo's wife feels the water drip
from the clothes glued by every shiver of skin
From her tram disconnected from every distance
in the middle of the time that she now has left
Such it was that love, with a missed finale
so splendid and true, that it could have fooled you
[Genovese dialect]
Look at her she comes, look how she is, how she is
Look there she comes, it is her, it is her
Look at her she comes, there she comes, how she is
[/dialect]