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The gardens of September

When they left school, kids were selling their books
I watched them do, dreaming of following them
But too shy, I was going to invent imaginary games
But tonight I slept in your arms and the past just fell silent
 
It's a spring, it's a summer
That September gives me to love you
Here are my hands, take a good look, they don't shake anymore
And I have deep inside me
 
I have a huge sky deep inside me, immense love
And then again, another world of love for you
Rivers, and meadows, and hills
Where all the gardens of my melancholy go to bloom
In its light, the whole Universe is in me
But the strength to live, I think I'm still looking for it
 
The gardens of September are dressed in new colors
And girls are more beautiful when they are dressed in new loves
You walked close to me and your eyes were covered with sadness
And suddenly I was afraid that loving you my heart would hurt
That day, I thought I heard you without understanding you
I wish there was never autumn in the gardens of September
 
It's a spring, it's a summer
That September gives me to love you
Here are my hands, take a good look, they don't shake anymore
And I have deep inside me
 
I have a huge sky deep inside me, immense love
And then again, another world of love for you
Rivers, and meadows, and hills
Where all the gardens of my melancholy go to bloom
In its light, the whole Universe is in me
But the strength to live, I think I'm still looking for it
 

A girl as a friend

Perhaps I don't know what I'm saying
If I choose a girl as a friend
But my job is to live life
Either unknown or known
 
I love you strong and weak companion
Who learns and then teaches in her own way
 
Excitement is a sign of love
Which we no longer know how to give up
We always suffer the consequences
In turn, we must console ourselves
 
And you, my friend, calm me
When we meet the grief
 
I know you are in love with whom?
He is very weak, but can't you see?
I know, I am unfriendly
Better this than hypocritical
 
Okay, I will do as you want, advice I will not give
I will surrender how you want
We meet as always afterwards
 
What a disaster, I swear to myself!
I wanted a girl as a friend
But my job is to live life
Either unknown or known
 
I hate you strong and weak companion
Who learns and then teaches in her own way
 
I'm in love maybe
But stunned, what does it matter now
You see them all as stupid
You are jealous, it is not permitted
 
What I want you know, you won't stop me
How sad you seem
Eventually you can always laugh afterwards
 
What a disaster, I swear to myself!
I wanted a girl as a friend
But my job is to live life
Either unknown or known
 
I love you strong and weak companion
Who learns and then teaches in her own way.
 

The Pink Lace

Chasing a dragonfly in a meadow
A day that had escaped from the past
When I thought I had made it
I failed
 
A silly saying has left me in suspense,
overwhelmed: 'She's not what I make her out to be'
The feeling was too intense,
And I stayed
 
I don't know
I don't know who you are
I don't know what will be of you
I don't know what will be of us
We'll learn only by living
 
That's why I fear this tenderness,
Now that our adventure,
Is a story made true,
I truly hope you will be sincere!
 
On this shop that holds so many things,
Some black, some green, some pink
I must pick the one that suits my destiny:
I don't know the way
 
I came home with my purchase
And I'm afraid to cut the pink lace
There's a difference in mistaking two things.
And mistaking a wife
 
I don't know
I don't know who you are
I don't know what will be of you
I don't know what will be of us
We'll learn only by living
 
That's why I fear this tenderness,
Now that our adventure,
Is a story made true,
I truly hope you will be sincere!
 

The Cherry Trees Hill

Versions: #1
And if you truly want to live a luminous and more fragrant life,
erase courageously that pleading look from your eyes.
Too often wisdom is only the most stagnant prudence
and, almost always, behind the hill there is the sun.
 
But why don’t you see yourself celestial and shining?
But you don’t want to roam freely with me,
flying around tradition
like a dove around a balloon, curbed
and, with a well-aimed beak strike,
pierce it and it down, down, down....
 
...and us yet still higher,
planing over forests of extended arms,
a smile that no any longer has
neither a face nor an age.
 
And breathing breezes that are rampant over lands without limits and boundaries
we distance ourselves and then we find each other even closer.
And higher and further away
(if you close your eyes, an instant)
now, children of the immensity.
 
If you follow my mind, if you follow my mind
you easily abandon the ancient jealousies.
But, don’t you realize that it is only fear that pollutes and kills the feelings?
Souls are without sex nor belong to me.
 
No, don’t be afraid, you will not be prey to the winds,
but, why don’t you give me your hand, why?
We could run over the hill
and, among the cherry trees see the morning, what day it is,
and kicking a boulder,
residual of hell, make it roll down, down, down...
 
...and us yet still higher,
planing over forests of extended arms,
a smile that no any longer has
neither a face nor an age.
 
And breathing breezes that are rampant over lands without limits and boundaries
we distance ourselves and then we find each other even closer,
and higher and further away,
now, children of the immensity.
 

With the Pink Ribbon

Versions: #1
Chasing a dragonfly in a field,
one day that I had broken with the past,
when I had already thought I had succeeded,
I fell.
 
A silly phrase, a vulgar double meaning
alarmed me, it isn’t the way that I’m thinking it.
But the feeling was already a little too strong
and so I remained.
 
Who knows, who knows who you are,
who knows what you will be,
who knows what will become of us,
we will discover it only by living.
Anyway, right now I'm a little scared,
now that this fling
is becoming a real thing,
I really hope you are sincere.
 
A warehouse that contains many boxes,
some black, some yellow, some red,
having to opt for and study my moves,
I’m at an impasse.
 
I am realizing that I have come into the house,
with my box still with the pink ribbon
and I wouldn't want to be wrong on my expense
or my spouse.
 
Who knows, who knows who you are,
who knows what you will be,
who knows what will become of us,
we will discover it only by living.
Anyway, right now I'm a little scared,
now that this fling
is becoming a real thing,
I really hope you are sincere.
 
Who knows who you are.
Who knows who you are.
 
Who knows who you are.
Who knows who you are.
 
Who knows who you are.
Who knows who you are.
 
Who knows who you are.
Who knows who you are.
 

Up To That Bush

Up to that bush
There’ll be the kitchen
That’ll get the morning sun
Where now my cap is
There'll be the bedroom
And towards the pond
We'll build our bathroom 
Come in, this is your home
Your home among the roses
As soon as I take my salary
The first wall
Your home — promised!
 
Now sit here
Where there’ll be the fireplace
Think that all those people
While passing by
They won’t see anything
That door isn’t just a dream
It’s strong — made of wood
Don’t hide your hand
Don’t hide your breast
There’s nobody around now
Nobody now —
There’s nobody now
 
I take our bed from the motorbike —
I lay the towel on the ground
Look up at the sky now
And tell me, how long before sunset?
We need darkness now
I want to soften you
Sadness — it vanishes with some smoke
And only your scent remains
The scent of your skin
The stars as background
And a vague sense of pain
That disappears with the breath — 
With the breath of your love
 

The Three Truths

Versions: #2
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His fault! It’s his fault… believe me!
You weren’t here… you weren’t here to defend me…
And his strength was even stronger than my own will
And the innocent… the innocent now will pay!
I know that…
You won’t believe…
You won’t believe me!
But it’s his fault…
It’s your fault!
 
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I don’t care if you’ll buy her fake tears
I can tell you they are salty, she’s sold them to me!
Anyway, all that she says is not true:
Her sweetness was even stronger than my honesty
And now…
You’ll believe her…
You’ll believe her!
Poor naive friend, I know:
You’ll believe her!
 
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Dunno… dunno anymore… who to believe!
I just know… I just know that of the three of us
Only one… only one will die!
She was mine…
She’s not mine anymore!
Whose is she now… who knows?
Get out!
Get out!
Out!
 

No sorrow

You look a little shocked
because I rest here, uninterested
like you spoke no words
Just as you hadn't said anything
You fell in love?
what's wrong, what's wrong with you?
So I should start suffering now
for obvious reasons of pride and sex?
 
Refrain:
quite the opposit: nothing, no!
I feel nothing, no!
no sorrow
no tension
no emotion
no sorrow
 
When you were uncertain, torn
between hugging me or life
can you remember my heavvy silences
that you mistook for jealousy
for fictional lovers?
back then I already foresee
that I was missing something
that frail, inconsistent coherence
of a child with little or no patience
 
Refrain (X2):
I feel nothing, no!
now nothing, no!
no sorrow
no tension
no emotion
no sorrow
 
The glass is not broken by the stone
but by the skilled hand of a naive bragger
the applause to feel you are important
without asking what people for
All those mischievous glance you spread
were like wind scattered seeds, something you lost
and you dried me up
and you dried me up
and you dried me up
 
Refrain:
But I feel nothing, no!
now nothing, no!
no sorrow
no tension
no emotion
no sorrow
 

Beautiful, Anyway

You, dressed in flowers
or in headlights in town,
with fog or colours,
picking up roses in bare feet and then
with a white scarf tied around your neck. Why?
But...
 
you were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.
 
When the rainbow
was deep inside your eyes...
When, under your bosom,
the wrath was poisoning your heart because
you saw another woman coming close to her...
Before I understood and chose you again,
you...
 
were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.
 
Even when, one moring, you returned, dressed in rain,
with your eyes twisted by a love night.
Sit down here, I'm not asking for your forgiveness because you're a man.
With your hair wet.
I know you'll understand.
With those signs on your face.
I love it, you know?
With your red eyes.
While you were lying and saying that
even more you loved me,
you...
 
were beautiful.
Beautiful!
Beautiful, anyway.