PALLA DI GOMMA - Ivan Graziani
A little-known song of rare beauty... Thank you, Ivan

Now it’s your turn to keep your eyes down, you fell too, quickly retracing your steps. Tell me, where has your cheeky smile gone? At least I’ve never bluffed… Rubber ball, like me, against the sky inside the walls of a room, rubber ball you called me for every time I bounced back. You know me well, I know you well, too much time together. Oh little sister, my little sister, your innocence was a lie and now that you've slipped down, the white nun no longer exists. Bad, unpredictably strange, you’ve become perhaps a little more human, and this anger that keeps us together binds us more than a bundle of chains. You know me, I know you well, we will return together. The sky is swollen, tonight it will rain over the fields outside the city. Behind a door, children play kicking a ball, rubber ball you can come back when you've stopped bouncing, I'm not saying for eternity, for us it wouldn't be normal anymore. You know me, I know you well, we will return together.