Yasuragi

Parlarti d'amor di Flavio Pozzaglio Compositore Autore

Non è un sogno ma sei tu
la mia musica stasera
dolce come una poesia 
stiamo insieme se lo vuoi
Vorrei andar via
vorrei vivere domani
per cercare insieme a te
di giocare con la vita
lascia che sia
vero amore da domani
lascia la malinconia
tra le lacrime di ieri
donna sei qui e accarezzi i miei pensieri
non mi chiedere di più
ti darò amore se lo vuoi

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Passa il tempo insieme a te 
ma il ricordo non scolora
tutto è ancora amore mio 
come lo lasciammo allora
resta così tra le pagine ingiallite
quella foto dove tu salutavi con la mano
lascia che sia in un volo di gabbiani
qe in questo tempo che va via
noi per sempre innamorati

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti d'amor

Vivere senza malinconia 
la luna questa notte mi parla di te
non sarai una dolce avventura
ballare insieme a te e parlarti  …. d'amor.
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Talking to you of love - Text and Music by Flavio Pozzaglio

It's not a dream but it's you
my music tonight
sweet as a poem
we'll be together if you want
I would like to go away
I would like to live tomorrow
to search with you
to play with life
let it be
true love from tomorrow
leave the melancholy
between the tears of yesterday
woman you are here and caress my thoughts
don't ask me for more
I'll give you love if you want it

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Spend time with you
but the memory does not fade
everything is still my love
as we left him then
thus remains among the yellowed pages
that photo where you waved goodbye
let it be in a flight of seagulls
qe in this time that goes away
we forever in love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you about love

Live without melancholy
the moon this night talks to me about you
you won't be a sweet adventure
dance with you and talk to you…. of love.

Parlarti d'amor

This tune was released by Mariah Carey in 1993. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. 

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Introduction in English:

A good thirty years ago I had a partner who had strict Catholic parents. She had four brothers who married in the strict Catholic spirit during the time we were together. 
I loved the free, unbridled, wild dancing at that time. But at those weddings, any passion was contained in a rigid religious call-and-dance ceremonial.   
My "salvation" was Bosza, a Croatian woman overflowing with warmth, cordiality and impetuous liveliness. She was the wife of my then partner's uncle, who himself had fled to Berlin decades ago from the all-suppressing Catholic morality.
And with Bosza I danced half the night away at the weddings. Most people hated us for it. But we were passionate soul mates.
After I separated from my former partner, I lost sight of Bosza for the last ten years. 
Until I received a year ago over a brother of my ex-partner by WhatsApp the message that Bosza had died with not even seventy years. 
When I received this news, I had to cry spontaneously. And out of this sadness, but also out of gratitude for the great living time together at the otherwise dead weddings, this tribute to this wonderful woman was created. A woman who burned from both ends of the candle, and like most who do, do not grow very old.

Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak German)

Bosza

Shaved grass
Orgies of order in excess

Everything symmetrical
The cleanliness fetish

The compulsive cult replaces pleasure and fun

I come there to such a festival
Where they leave farts in gold seals

On the dance floors brooms
Heart-decored straw creatures

The atmosphere is arctic chilled

There you just jumped in brazenly
Loud, exuberant and soft

Created a little warmth niche
In this enchanted ice princess realm

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fish grette leftovers at the cat table
On my lap a spoiled quiche

The life in bottles
With permanent stop tabs

The children are domesticated

The meeting train on a railway track
On which is written "Untraceable travelled"

No door handles
The eye salute empty

A glass bell lies on the sea of people

Through you came healing cracks
The gowns mutated into a dress
Stock fishes began to wag
The mood of forbiddance deflated

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Deutscher Originaltext:

Bosza

Kahlgeschorenes Gras
Ordnungsorgien im Übermaß

Alles symmetrisch
Der Sauberkeitsfetisch

Der Zwangskult ersetzt Lust und Spaß

Komme dort auf so ein Fest
Auf dem man Fürze in Goldplomben lässt

Auf den Tanzflächen Besen
Herzentkernte Stroh-Wesen

Die Atmosphäre ist arktisch gekühlt

Da bist Du einfach dreist reingesprungen
laut, überbordend und weich

Schufst eine kleine Wärmenische
In diesem verwunschenen Eisprinzessinnen-Reich

Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza, Oh Bosza
You Know!

Fischgreten-Reste am Katzentisch
Auf meinem Schoß ne' verdorbene Quiche

Das Leben in Flaschen
Mit Dauerstop-Laschen

Die Kinder sind domestiziert

Der Begegnungszug auf einem Gleis
Auf dem steht „Unauffindbar verreist“

Keine Türklinken
Der Augengruß leer

Eine Glasglocke liegt auf dem Menschenmeer

Durch Dich kamen heilsame Risse
Die Talare mutierten zum Kleid
Stockfische begannen zu wedeln
Die Stimmung von Verboten entbleit

Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza, Ooh Bosza
You know!

Bosza

Boza

Tune from the album Tunes from a Distant Shore:

https://open.spotify.com/album/09CSSmVG5ecOmNiz3AVRRY?si=sSymJCXpSK2837QzqrlDLw

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nq9K0ATwShICb0q9N8dASl0BsUcSQ4T-g

https://music.apple.com/dk/album/tunes-from-a-distant-shore/1687312161

Wind in the wild

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