often I'm wondering if all die barely
With your wife who washed dishes in the kitchen and did not understand
with your daughter that she felt her new dress and smiled
with the radio buzzed
strange things for the world and the breath of your dog sleeping.
With your saints are always ready to bless your efforts for bread
with your blond child that you have given a gun for Christmas
che sembra vera,
con il letto in cui tua moglie
non ti ha mai saputo dare
e gli occhiali che tra un po' dovrai cambiare.
Com'è che non riesci più a volare
com'è che non riesci più a volare
com'è che non riesci più a volare
com'è che non riesci più a volare
Con le tue finestre aperte sulla strada e gli occhi chiusi sulla gente
con la tua tranquillità, lucidità, soddisfazione permanente
la tua coda di ricambio
le tue nuvole in affitto
le tue rondini di guardia sopra il tetto.
Con il tuo francescanesimo a puntate e la tua dolce consistenza
col tuo ossigeno purgato e le tue onde regolate in una
room with the permission and prohibition to broadcast
to speak, and every day another day to be counted.
How is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
With your enthusiasm lenses specified by
seasonal flavors and a sleeping beauty waking up to all that the gifts
with your collecting
of complicated words
your last song for the summer.
With your hands the paper to wrap other hand normal
With the idiot in your rose garden to isolate the best with your
and cold mountain ban
sweat and nothing more to be able to shame.
How is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
how is it that you just can not fly
(Fabrizio De Andrè)
