hi
a jazzy atmosphere words by cesare pavese
music from my mind
thanks to to Shroomz for tubewarmer
good translation
il vino triste
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hi
i have done the song with midi and after i have recordin all the instruments
drums double bass piano trumpet flute sax baritone with some friends and myself
the song havenìt a mastering session bounced from cubase an passed in tubewarmer quickly
this the original text
http://www.la-poesia.it/italiani/fine-1 ... triste.htm
some info about cesare pavese in english
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cesare_Pavese
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cg ... 009057&pt=
this is the altvista translation
The hard work is to be based without attract attention. All the rest then comes from himself. Three sorsate and return it want to think to us alone. A background of far buzzes is opened wide, every thing disperses, and becomes a miracle is been born and to watch the glass. The job (the man cannot only not think next to the job) ridiventa the ancient destiny that is beautiful to suffer for being able to think to us. Then the eyes fix to half air, hurting, as they were blind. If this man raises itself and goes to house to sleep, seems a blind person that he has lost the road. Anyone can sbucare an angle and step on it of blows. Woman can sbucare one and stretch itself in road, beautiful and young, under altr' a man, gemendo like a time one woman gemeva with he. But this man does not see. It goes to house to sleep and the life is not that a buzz of Hush. To undress it, this man, sfinite limbs and of the brutal hair are found, here and here. Who would say that in this man the life passes lukewarm veins where a time burnt? Nobody would believe that a time a woman has made caresses on that body and kissed that body, that it shakes, and bathed of tears, now that the man reached house to sleep, does not succeed, but geme.
i have done 10 song with some cesare pavese poems
i have done the song with midi and after i have recordin all the instruments
drums double bass piano trumpet flute sax baritone with some friends and myself
the song havenìt a mastering session bounced from cubase an passed in tubewarmer quickly
this the original text
http://www.la-poesia.it/italiani/fine-1 ... triste.htm
some info about cesare pavese in english
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cesare_Pavese
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cg ... 009057&pt=
this is the altvista translation
The hard work is to be based without attract attention. All the rest then comes from himself. Three sorsate and return it want to think to us alone. A background of far buzzes is opened wide, every thing disperses, and becomes a miracle is been born and to watch the glass. The job (the man cannot only not think next to the job) ridiventa the ancient destiny that is beautiful to suffer for being able to think to us. Then the eyes fix to half air, hurting, as they were blind. If this man raises itself and goes to house to sleep, seems a blind person that he has lost the road. Anyone can sbucare an angle and step on it of blows. Woman can sbucare one and stretch itself in road, beautiful and young, under altr' a man, gemendo like a time one woman gemeva with he. But this man does not see. It goes to house to sleep and the life is not that a buzz of Hush. To undress it, this man, sfinite limbs and of the brutal hair are found, here and here. Who would say that in this man the life passes lukewarm veins where a time burnt? Nobody would believe that a time a woman has made caresses on that body and kissed that body, that it shakes, and bathed of tears, now that the man reached house to sleep, does not succeed, but geme.
i have done 10 song with some cesare pavese poems
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