Quilt from Slow Rebel by Luigi Cirillo

Nenapinaa chooru chooru
Jodisii jodisii ponisii
Holidu bidu Badukina koudi

{ Fragments of memory,
gather them together and pass them on,
celebrate and let this small life go on.}

And the deepest blue is staring back, back at you
While time stitches into our skin and soul
Keeping us the same and yet embroidering more and more and more

It must have been the sun looping round onto us
And it must have been the pulse very unorthodox
Well it must have been for real cause this' our deal

And the quilt's not the same
Yet we're still in the game

It must have been the earth spinnin' under our feet
And it must have been our soul moving on the beat
Well, it must have been the call, but we are still here

And the quilt's not the same
Yet we're still in the game.

Tiempo ca se ne va
'O tiempo pare nun passa maje
Quand pienze ca tiene tiempo 'o tiempo ride e se ne fuje
E te fa nu ricamo 'n faccia
Quanno pienze d'o fermà
Nun saje che resta e nun saje che vene
Isso fa chello che vo'
{ Time that slips away
Time seems to never pass
When you think you still have time, time laughs and runs away
And it embroiders your face with lines
When you think of stopping it
You don’t know what remains and you don’t know what comes
It does whatever it wants.}

And the deepest blue is staring back, back at you
While time stitches into our skin and soul
Keeping us the same and yet embroidering more and more and more

It must have been the sun looping round onto us
And it must have been the pulse very unorthodox
Well it must have been for real cause this' our deal

And the quilt's not the same
Yet we're still in the game

It must have been the earth spinnin' under our feet
And it must have been our soul moving on the beat
Well, it must have been the call, but we are still here

And the quilt's not the same
Yet we're still in the game.

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