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Songs by albumLyrics: Laura Pausini & Niccolò Agliardi.
Music: Niccolò Agliardi & Massimiliano Pelan
Spanish version is Bastaba.
| Bastava | It Was Enough |
| Un sorriso di ritorno Per rispondere a un sorriso Bastava Uno spazio condiviso Ma nessun altare d'oro Bastava Nella stanza di un albergo d'Europa Si potrebbe andare avanti a parlare O si gioca O scambiamoci uno schiaffo di pace Vince il primo che si arrende e si offende E lo dice Ritornello: Come ci siamo arrivati a volerci Così tanto male? Non so. Come ci siamo permessi di dirci Che ognuno fa quello che può? Una camminata in centro In un pomeriggio bianco Bastava Prevedere il tuo fastidio Fare i conti sopra l'odio Bastava Fare a meno delle buone maniere Che confondono e rubano spazio e spessore E buttarci sotto l'acqua gelata E accettare che davvero è acqua passata Ritornello Come ci siamo ridotti, io e te? Come ci siamo permessi di dirci Che ognuno fa il meglio per sé? Bastava Dire tutto anche se è poco Quello che capisci dopo. Bastava Masticare le parole Rimanere in verticale Bastava Questa notte mi apre gli occhi e ci guarda. Vede povere carezze di guerra. Questa notte mi apre gli occhi e ci guarda. Vede lacrime d'argento cadere per terra Ritornello Bastava Che fa quello che può Bastava × 6 Ricordati quando bastava Bastava × 3 |
A smile back For responding to a smile Was enough A shared space But no golden altar Was enough In the room of a hotel in Europe It was possible to go on talking Or gamble Or exchange a ‘peace slap’ The first one that gives up and takes offence And says so, wins Chorus: How did we come to wishing each other So much harm? I do not know. How did we allow ourselves to tell each other That each one does what they can? A walk in the town centre On a free afternoon Was enough Anticipating your troubles Coming to terms with hate Was enough Doing without good manners That confuse and steal space and depth And throwing ourselves under icy water And admitting that, in truth, it is water under the bridge Chorus How did we lower ourselves, you and me? How did we allow ourselves to tell each other That each one does the best for themself? It was enough To say everything even if That which you understand afterwards is not much. It was enough Mumbling your words Remaining upright Was enough This night is opening my eyes and looking at us. It sees war's poor caresses. This night is opening my eyes and looking at us. It sees silver tears falling on the ground Chorus It was enough That they do what they can It was enough × 6 Remember when it was enough It was enough × 3 |