Songtext Lemons peel Roberto Tardito

Lemons peel

Lemons still are growing gold, 'coming golden in the evening
Dropping slowly on their branches, on their branches breathing
Nino was running, we were coming back
Nino was running, we were coming back
To the grapes, their works, along the path to the hill.

With a stick he was always rolling his wheel
Nothing changed, nothing changed, just the same will
Nino was crying, we watched at him
Nino was crying, we watched at him
Grapes were burning for enemy fire, and the wind on the hill.

Grapes should not burn in fire
The land did not understand that fire
We did not understand that fire
But the soldiers were angry with fire
For the bullets shot up, for the bullets shot up there, in the fire.

Ashes over lemons whitened by the snow
Black clouds expressed what I know
Nino was laughing and we were crying
Nino was laughing and we were crying
Nothing alive was there on the path to the hill.

The lemons peel we learnt hardly to eat
Eating the lemons peel you learn to eat.

I think summer will be shining
I wonder how long I'll have been waiting
I 'd like to go out and feel the blowing wind.