"...Gongi-Boy,
the time will come when we
will be together, Gongi-Boy!
Trust Mama, she knows well how much I care for...
...Gongi-Boy,
how many games do you still want?
Oh but in return, Gongi-Boy,
let yourself be rocked until you're bigger,
let me come back into your dreams while you're far away...
...Gongi-Boy...
To millions of stars, you will ask questions
but how many answers will you still want
throwing the planets in the air you will say:
"I don’t want prohibitions, neither now, nor ever!"
To millions of women, you will say your name
but to how many of them will you give love?
Oh...
...Gongi-Boy,
every rose has a place and we
will have it one day, Gongi-Boy!
Let me think that you are searching for me
to play with the cowboys...
...with the cowboys...
To millions of stars, you will ask questions
but how many answers will you still want
throwing the planets you will find them again
for how many secrets will you tell me a lie...
...Gongi-Boy,
the day is near when
I will fly to Gongi-Boy...
...Gongi-Boy..."
Damn people..... this is true author music.... but who are we to understand the genius, the flair that surrounds such an authentic creature, the inspiring muse for so many Italian singers-songwriter, as well as international ones of such high standards? Few or none. And so I thank God for giving us Cremonini and his art. At least by doing so, the rest of the world, watching him and listening to his songs, will come to know the concept of "self-esteem," fully enjoying it.
A prayer.
