Behind a mirage, there is always a mirage to be considered, as indeed
the end of a journey from viaggioc'รจ always start over.
Beautiful girl, beautiful eyes and beautiful heart, beautiful eyes
to cross, it would be nice having to take back one evening.
Accomplishment in some corners of this, which fortunately become
curves in the memory.
When we realize that tomorrow never returns anything,
but finally accepted the fact as a victory.
So we start, let's start that time is all to drink,
not look at anyone and that nobody will watch.
We drink all we feel the taste of the bottom of bicchieree we leave, we leave
not see that we started already?
And we're going to Genoa with his deadly junctions, or Milan with his tailor and his newspapers, who dreams
or Venice and its canals is wet or
Bologna, Bologna with his orchestra.
Behind there is always a mirage want to be a mirage, like the end of a trip, there's a bed to remember.
Beautiful girl, but who said you should not try?
But who said that you should not try to prove? So we leave, we leave that time could go crazy, and this rain at any moment may stop coming down.
And then we would have no more excuses not to quit.
What a beautiful sun, but what a beautiful yellow, but what a beautiful blue!
So ride, ride that may take time, and this rain
paradoxically might never end. And with this we
ombrelluccio laundry that we could invent?
But let's, let's not see that we started already?
(F. De Gregori)