Chet’s interpretation gives Bruno Brighetti’s timeless composition the treatment. A beautiful song with spare and piercing lyrics: Nothing wasted here, and every note is made to count just as every word in the song.
The first faltering notes come after almost seeming to have missed their cue – and with that strange yet familiar reverberation of the hollow sound of an exhaled breath passing over the lip of a bottle – or the sound of the wind that comes with – well – less of an echo than the close company of its own sound shadow.
If thoughts made sounds when they emerged out of nowhere – perhaps this is the sound they might make.
When the beauty of summer is too much to bear, and we long for its passing – this is the sound we will recognise as being the sound of the passing of unsaid words.
Sei calda come i baci che ho perduto
Sei piena di un amore che è passato
Che il cuore mio vorrebbe cancellare
Il sole che ogni giorno ci scaldava
Adesso brucia solo con furore
Tornerà un altro inverno
Cadranno mille pètali di rose
La neve coprirà tutte le cose
E forse un po’ di pace tornerà
L’ estate che ha creato il nostro amore
Per farmi poi morire di dolore
You are filled with a love, that is over
That my heart would like to erase
The sun, that warmed us every day
That painted beautiful sunsets
There will come another winter
Thousands of rose petals will fall
The snow will cover all
And perhaps a little peace will return
That gave its perfume to every flower
To let me now die of pain
About the song….
This is the URL for a great blog featuring lots of Chet Baker.