Roberto Vecchioni - Dimentica una cosa al giorno
Forget one thing a day,
Like the strokes of a drawing,
Because you have to erase it
Before sleep takes you,
Almost after so much love, mother,
As if you had never loved.
Forget one thing a day,
The tree you used to climb,
The man who played the sky, the man you forgave,
The wound of goodbye from the children, mother,
One thing a day, you know...
So you don’t forget them all at once,
All at the last minute,
When your heart can no longer bear them,
Keeping them all there, and you won’t be able to smile like that.
Forget one thing a day,
Naples, our home,
The man who came out of a dream,
Who shone in your shadow,
Everything you gave us, mother
And never wanted back.
Forget one thing a day, mother,
Great calm lake, first star of the evening,
Yellow leaf of autumn,
Old puppy in the embrace I wanted to give you
And never gave you;
And if in that last moment
All time were to melt away,
And you left without pain,
I would hold your hand in mine;
But after forgetting
Everything that has passed,
Like a wind that no longer blows,
Forget, last of all, even me
Or I could not forget you.
Forget one thing a day,
Like the strokes of a drawing,
Because you have to erase it
Before sleep takes you,
Almost after so much love, mother,
As if you had never loved.
Forget one thing a day,
The tree you used to climb,
The man who played the sky, the man you forgave,
The wound of goodbye from the children, mother,
One thing a day, you know...
So you don’t forget them all at once,
All at the last minute,
When your heart can no longer bear them,
Keeping them all there, and you won’t be able to smile like that.
Forget one thing a day,
Naples, our home,
The man who came out of a dream,
Who shone in your shadow,
Everything you gave us, mother
And never wanted back.
Forget one thing a day, mother,
Great calm lake, first star of the evening,
Yellow leaf of autumn,
Old puppy in the embrace I wanted to give you
And never gave you;
And if in that last moment
All time were to melt away,
And you left without pain,
I would hold your hand in mine;
But after forgetting
Everything that has passed,
Like a wind that no longer blows,
Forget, last of all, even me
Or I could not forget you.
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