la viola d'inverno - roberto vecchioni Let's resign ourselves, sooner or later it will happen to us, so... let's touch ourselves!
It will come that I’m smoking
Or that I’m watering the flowers
Or that I just told you:
"I’m going down, taking the dog out"
That I’ll have a half slice of cake in my mouth
Or the saliva from a kiss just given
It will come, it will come so quickly
That I won’t even be excited
It will come while I’m sleeping or dreaming, or peeing
Or while I’m driving
I’ll hear it very clearly
Playing while I swerve
And I won’t be able to confuse it with anything
Because it has a damn eternal sound
And then you hear that one time only
The viola d'inverno
The nice thing is that you’re never prepared
Because it always happens to others
Living, after all, is so taken for granted
That you never imagine it’s enough
And a conversation always gets left behind
And a remorse always gets left behind
And I won’t be able to talk to you, wink at you
I won’t be able to give you signs
All this is forbidden
By inscrutable designs
And you’ll wonder what it all means
All that sudden being around you
Because you won’t be able to, you won’t be able to hear
My viola d'inverno
And then I’ll think
That nothing made sense
Except for having loved you
Loved you in such a short time
And that the world isn’t worth your smile
And no song is greater than your day
And let the rest hold on, me included
The viola d'inverno
And after having shared everything
The anger, the children, the mess and the flight
This is really the only thing
That I have to do alone
And after having shared everything
I won’t even warn you that I’m leaving
But don’t tell me this time too
That I always do as I please
Keep it tight, my head.
