The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Ode to a Beautiful Nude Lyrics
| Song | The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Ode to a Beautiful Nude |
| Artist | Luis Bacalov |
| Album | The Postman (Il Postino) [O.S.T] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:05.41] | With a chaste heart - with pure eyes - I celebrate your beauty. |
| [00:12.04] | Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out |
| [00:14.47] | and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode |
| [00:18.22] | As in a land of forests or in surf, |
| [00:21.49] | in aromatic loam or in sea music |
| [00:25.91] | Beautiful nude - |
| [00:28.49] | Equally beautiful your feet |
| [00:30.57] | arched by primeval tap of wind and sound. |
| [00:34.53] | Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea. |
| [00:39.34] | Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light. |
| [00:43.75] | Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing |
| [00:47.45] | The two deep countries of your eyes. |
| [00:52.40] | The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions |
| [00:56.03] | Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple, |
| [01:00.57] | Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns |
| [01:04.24] | Of burnished gold... fine alabaster |
| [01:07.87] | To sink into the two grapes of your feet |
| [01:11.12] | Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises .. |
| [01:14.60] | Flowering fire... open chandelier, |
| [01:17.24] | a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth. |
| [01:22.74] | From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together? |
| [01:29.12] | Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills. |
| [01:33.12] | The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet |
| [01:36.50] | until alone remained, astonished |
| [01:39.74] | the fine and firm feminine form. |
| [01:43.99] | It is not only light that falls over the world, |
| [01:46.37] | Spreading inside your body it΄s suffocated snow... |
| [01:50.10] | So much as clarity...taking it΄s leave of you |
| [01:54.38] | As if you were on fire from within. |
| [01:56.85] | The moon lives in the lining of your skin. |
| [00:05.41] | With a chaste heart with pure eyes I celebrate your beauty. |
| [00:12.04] | Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out |
| [00:14.47] | and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode |
| [00:18.22] | As in a land of forests or in surf, |
| [00:21.49] | in aromatic loam or in sea music |
| [00:25.91] | Beautiful nude |
| [00:28.49] | Equally beautiful your feet |
| [00:30.57] | arched by primeval tap of wind and sound. |
| [00:34.53] | Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea. |
| [00:39.34] | Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light. |
| [00:43.75] | Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing |
| [00:47.45] | The two deep countries of your eyes. |
| [00:52.40] | The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions |
| [00:56.03] | Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple, |
| [01:00.57] | Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns |
| [01:04.24] | Of burnished gold... fine alabaster |
| [01:07.87] | To sink into the two grapes of your feet |
| [01:11.12] | Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises .. |
| [01:14.60] | Flowering fire... open chandelier, |
| [01:17.24] | a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth. |
| [01:22.74] | From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together? |
| [01:29.12] | Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills. |
| [01:33.12] | The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet |
| [01:36.50] | until alone remained, astonished |
| [01:39.74] | the fine and firm feminine form. |
| [01:43.99] | It is not only light that falls over the world, |
| [01:46.37] | Spreading inside your body it s suffocated snow... |
| [01:50.10] | So much as clarity... taking it s leave of you |
| [01:54.38] | As if you were on fire from within. |
| [01:56.85] | The moon lives in the lining of your skin. |
| [00:05.41] | With a chaste heart with pure eyes I celebrate your beauty. |
| [00:12.04] | Holding the leash of blood so that it might leap out |
| [00:14.47] | and trace your outline while you lie down in my Ode |
| [00:18.22] | As in a land of forests or in surf, |
| [00:21.49] | in aromatic loam or in sea music |
| [00:25.91] | Beautiful nude |
| [00:28.49] | Equally beautiful your feet |
| [00:30.57] | arched by primeval tap of wind and sound. |
| [00:34.53] | Your ears, small shells of the splendid American sea. |
| [00:39.34] | Your breasts, a level plenitude fulfilled by living light. |
| [00:43.75] | Your flying eyelids of wheat, revealing or enclosing |
| [00:47.45] | The two deep countries of your eyes. |
| [00:52.40] | The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions |
| [00:56.03] | Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple, |
| [01:00.57] | Continues, separating your beauty down into two columns |
| [01:04.24] | Of burnished gold... fine alabaster |
| [01:07.87] | To sink into the two grapes of your feet |
| [01:11.12] | Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises .. |
| [01:14.60] | Flowering fire... open chandelier, |
| [01:17.24] | a swelling fruit over the pact of sea and earth. |
| [01:22.74] | From what materials? agate? quartz? wheat? Did your body come together? |
| [01:29.12] | Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills. |
| [01:33.12] | The cleavage of one petal, sweet fruits of a deep velvet |
| [01:36.50] | until alone remained, astonished |
| [01:39.74] | the fine and firm feminine form. |
| [01:43.99] | It is not only light that falls over the world, |
| [01:46.37] | Spreading inside your body it s suffocated snow... |
| [01:50.10] | So much as clarity... taking it s leave of you |
| [01:54.38] | As if you were on fire from within. |
| [01:56.85] | The moon lives in the lining of your skin. |
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