Soffio di luce,
quando il canto
del vento dimora
sul ramo adorando
la quiete che sovvien
nel paesaggio, soffio
d'eterno, come un
suono divino che
proviene dal coro
e poi fugge in
silenzio nel perenne
respiro...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Sometimes, near
a fresh brook,
my singing arises
creating a thought
full of intensity:
I can tell that
happiness is
to think to the
light of a magical
future while her
luminous smile is
trying to discover
a sort of romance.

Francesco Sinibaldi

Propongo, come canzone di settembre, una
melodia del gruppo musicale gallese Badfinger
intitolata “ Maybe tomorrow “ che viene preferita
a “ Believe me “e a “ Name of the Game “.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiblZZv9Oeg&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRt-ixJpmW4&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXiSiFYTGK8&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3

Sometimes, near
a fresh brook,
my singing arises
creating a thought
full of intensity:
happiness is
thinking to the
light of a magical
future while her
delicate smile is
trying to discover
a sort of romance.

Francesco Sinibaldi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUAuPx7DSXc&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAhKTzl_4Rc&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XegOJJSZMPM&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=3

Francesco Sinibaldi

Après avoir pensé
aux mémoires
disparues je retrouve,
dans l'aube du matin,
la superbe atmosphère
d'une saison pleine
de grâce et alors,
quand le chant
de la neige revient
tendrement où l'eau
est plus claire j'écoute,
en silence, la rime
des oiseaux: quelle
douce harmonie dans
la tendre nature qui
rappelle le passé...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Fremente e melodico suono...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-FqC6GqFzI&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=36

Francesco Sinibaldi

In the field of his
pleasure, where a kind
of happiness describes
in the dream the sound
of the death, while a
candle reappears in
the time of his youth:
without bad intentions...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Après avoir pensé
aux mémoires
disparues je retrouve,
dans l'aube du matin,
la douce atmosphère
d'une saison pleine
de grâce et alors,
quand le chant
de la neige revient
tendrement où l'eau
est plus claire j'écoute,
en silence, la rime
des oiseaux...

Francesco Sinibaldi

Enchanting melody...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRBXy_UzLss&list=FLmq7-Pos6kNZlJHRLTuWn0g&index=274

Francesco Sinibaldi