Ti ricordi quei giorni Francesco Guccini
Do you remember those days?
We went out after the songs to walk slowly…
Do you remember those days?
Friends were drinking wine, someone was talking and laughing, we were almost distant,
close to you,
close to me
and we talked to each other to leave something behind,
to create something, to have something…
Do you remember those days?
Your eyes darkened, your face flushed
and you held on to me in my room,
almost a breath, then you told me, “Stop,
because I don’t want to look at you,
because I’m afraid to love you.”
And you said, and you said, and you said…

Your words
I can hardly remember anymore,
but neither do you remember anything…

Now where are you and what people
see your face and listen to
your light words,
your light nonsense,
your light tears,
like once?

What do you say now
when someone hugs you
and you hide your face
and you proudly lift your face
and look straight into the eyes
like back then?

Here it rains a little and the sun shines a little,
we wait every day
for this summer to end,
for every uncertainty to vanish…

And you? I no longer remember
what your voice is like…
What are you doing?
I really don’t believe
that time will return,
but I remember those days,
but I remember those days,
but I remember those days,
but I remember…