Natural
Luciana Tagliapietra Lyrics
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Y dejando atrás
Mi casa y mi alimento
El bolso está pesado,
Cargado de tu ropa,
La que te robé
Lo feliz que me siento
En tu cuerpo
Sos mi libro favorito,
Me sonríe y me descubre
Hice el intento de dibujar
Y sólo hago manchas de mí
El congelado paso del tiempo,
De tus cosas, tus objetos de ayer
No me importan,
No se escriben
En tu gracia natural
The lyrics of Luciana Tagliapietra's song "Natural" reflect a journey of self-discovery and growth, as the singer leaves behind her familiar home and possessions to travel slowly and unhurriedly. The weight of the past is carried with her in the form of her lover's clothing, which she has stolen as a memento of her connection to him. Despite the difficulties of expressing her joy and contentment in words, the singer finds solace and inspiration in her lover's body, which she compares to a favorite book that constantly reveals new surprises and discoveries.
The singer's attempts to capture her own image on paper are frustrated, as the passage of time and the memories of her lover's possessions fade and lose importance in the face of his natural grace. Throughout the song, there is a sense of wonder and awe at the power of the natural world and the human body, and the way they can inspire and uplift us beyond the material possessions and trappings of our daily lives.
Overall, "Natural" is a lyrical and introspective exploration of the theme of finding meaning and connection in the world around us, even as we let go of the past and move towards unknown horizons.
Line by Line Meaning
Voy en viaje lento
I'm moving slowly as I travel
Y dejando atrás
Leaving behind
Mi casa y mi alimento
My home and my food
El bolso está pesado,
The bag is heavy
Cargado de tu ropa,
Loaded with your clothes
La que te robé
The ones I stole from you
Difícil comunicar
Difficult to express
Lo feliz que me siento
How happy I feel
En tu cuerpo
In your body
Sos mi libro favorito,
You are my favorite book
Me sonríe y me descubre
You smile at me and reveal yourself to me
Hice el intento de dibujar
I attempted to draw
Y sólo hago manchas de mí
But I only create stains of myself
El congelado paso del tiempo,
The frozen passage of time
De tus cosas, tus objetos de ayer
Of your things, your objects of yesterday
No me importan,
They don't matter to me
No se escriben
They're not written
En tu gracia natural
In your natural grace
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