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Perspectiva Nevski - Lyrics by Battiato Franco


Lyrics
Un viento a treinta grado bajo cerobarr
ìa las desiertas avenidas y los campanarios.A r
àfagas heladas de metralla,desintegraba los muros de nieve.Y los fuegos de la guardia roja encendidospara echar al lobo, si viejas copas hay.Y los fuegos de la guardia roja encendidospara echar al lobo, si viejas copas hay.
Sentados en las gradas de la iglesia,esper
àbamos tras la misa que saliesen las mujeres.
Mir
àbamos con expresi
òn ausentela gracia incomparable de Niyinski.Y luego de él se enamor
ò perdidamente su empresario,y de las danzas rusas.Y luego de él se enamor
ò perdidamente su empresario,y de las danzas rusas.
Con mi generaci
òn pas
é el invierno,mujeres encorvadas sobre el telar en la ventana.
Un dia en la perspectiva Nevskime encontr
é por azar a Igor Stravinski.
Los orinales puestos bajo el lecho por la nochepor la revoluci
òn.
Estudi
àbamos cerrados en un cuarto,con d
ébil luz de velas y candiles de petr
òleo.Y cuando se trataba de hablaresper
àbamos siempre con placer.Y mi maestro me ensenoqu
é dif
ìcil es descubrir el alma dentro de las sombras.Y mi maesto me ensenoqu
é dif
ìcil es descubrir el alma dentro de las sombras.