Track 2 · Lyricsトラック 2・歌詞
Acqua Alta
水が満ちる午後
With water rising through Venice, rubber boots, a familiar bacaro, and one undisturbed spritz turn inconvenience into practiced ease.水が満ちるヴェネツィア。長靴、馴染みのバーカロ、揺るがない一杯のスプリッツが、不便な午後に軽やかさを与える。
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The tide app reads one-twenty-five. Rubber boots and a yellow raincoat are already waiting by the door, so she steps outside to see what kind of Venice the water has made today.
Tourists balance along raised walkways while a nonna carries her groceries through the flood without ceremony. At the familiar bacaro, they already know her order. The water rises, the bells disagree with one another, and the spritz remains undisturbed.
For her, sprezzatura is not pretending that difficulty does not exist. It is the practiced ease of refusing to let difficulty possess the whole afternoon. The water keeps rising. The wine is still poured.
Then sunlight breaks through the clouds and turns the flooded streets gold. She wades home laughing, dress wet and heart light. The city has not stopped sinking, but she has stopped running.
潮位アプリは「125」と表示している。長靴と黄色いレインコートは、もう玄関で待っている。彼女は外へ出て、水が今日のヴェネツィアをどんな街にしたのか確かめる。
観光客がかさ上げされた仮設歩道の上でバランスを取りながら進む横を、地元のおばあさんが何事でもないように買い物袋を下げて水の中を歩いていく。馴染みのバーカロ（ヴェネツィアの小さな酒場）では、もう注文を覚えられている。水位は上がり、鐘の音はあちこちでずれ、スプリッツだけはいつも通りだ。
彼女にとってのsprezzatura（スプレッツァトゥーラ）は、困難など存在しないふりをすることではない。困難に午後のすべてを占領させない、身についた軽やかさのことだ。水は上がり続ける。それでも、ワインは注がれる。
やがて雲の切れ間から陽が差し、浸水した通りを金色に変える。濡れた服のまま、心は軽く、彼女は笑いながら家路を歩く。水が引いたわけではない。それでも彼女は、もう走らない。
Lyrics歌詞
Stivali by the door, già pronti The tide app says one-twenty-five Rubber boots and a yellow raincoat Allora — let's see what the day's like Pigeons huddle under the portico Even they've stopped pretending it's fine La signora at the bacaro waves "Ciao bella, vino at five?" Splash... splash... splash... Le campane suonano insieme A hundred bells, none of them in time Eh — what's another ten centimeters This city has been sinking all its life Sprezzatura — the art of not trying While the city forgets how to float Sprezzatura — soaked to the ankles With a spritz still warm in my hand Ma dai, ma dai, ma dai The water rises, the wine gets poured Acqua alta, acqua alta And nobody runs anymore Mezzogiorno, the calle is shining Tourists tiptoe on the passerelle A nonna walks past in her galoshes Carrying groceries — boh, oh well The bacaro smells like rosemary The radio plays something slow Magari it stops by aperitivo Magari it doesn't — chi lo sa Tic tac... tic tac... tic tac... Un cicchetto, un piccolo bacio The barman hands me without a word Eh — the water's reached the second step But the spritz has not been disturbed Sprezzatura — the art of not trying While the city forgets how to float Sprezzatura — soaked to the ankles With a spritz still warm in my hand Ma dai, ma dai, ma dai The water rises, the wine gets poured Acqua alta, acqua alta And nobody runs anymore The city does not fight the sea It dances with it, slowly Una città che galleggia A city that floats, almost Sprezzatura... Ecco — the sun, ecco the gold... Sprezzatura — the art of not trying While the sun cracks open the cloud Sprezzatura — wading home laughing With my dress wet and my heart proud Ma dai, ma dai, ma dai The water falling, the bells still loud Acqua alta, acqua alta And I'm not running, not now Ciao bella... a domani... Sprezzatura... (Splash... splash...)