Baggio Baggio [English translation]

Have you ever been on the crest of a wave, teetering

with foam around you and you feel so small

fish wait for you on the seabed, seagulls look at you and laugh.

Have you ever been the foot of the footballer who's about to shoot a penalty,

and the right little finger of that goalkeeper who's there, is there to make a save

better, the football is much better off, you only need to inflate it.

The wave rises and the shoreless sea

grows, rises, your heart swells

calls, shouts, no one is on the shore

the sky is black and you are there, alone,

inside you or one meter ahead of you

there's something and we don't know what it is, it is, it's the soul.

Have you ever been the stomach of a politician, the most cunning, cynical one

or the silken tongue of an old businessman, whose words hurt

who cares, really, I don't give a damn about others.

The wave is dead in the shrinking heart

it doesn't grow, doesn't rise, stops and dries up

doesn't call, doesn't shout, no one is on the shore

the sky's empty, no seagulls are flying

there, there where he stands he has nothing, nothing inside

but most importantly you know what isn't there, isn't there, the soul.

• Artist:Lucio Dalla
• Album:Luna Matana (2001)