Cuore di Cane [English translation]

The boy has a wooden rifle and shoots at the stars with it

How straight is his back, how white are his teeth

And his eyes are two candies.

And tonight, if you'll try to hear, you can hear a barking,

It's his heart of dog that's running and doesn't want to stop.

The boy, to find a flaw, doesn't like studying,

He prefers the stars and that piece of wood, he prefers to wait.

'Cause there is time to understand and sometimes it's no use

'Cause there is time to understand, and sometimes it hurts.

But one night the boy gets lost, he loses himself

He left his father's and mother's house with not even a goodbye

And if you try to find him, you'll find he's asleep sitting up

Sleeping in a station

Under the stars, in a train car

With a makeshift love

Under the umbrella of the moon.

But the boy, even without uniform, is still a soldier

There's a war burning out here, and the boy might die burning

Or come back defeated, one evening, and nobody wants him

With not even a pain to share in two

And come back when the night is over, and there's no company left

And bark to the morning, and see the morning slowly going away.

Learning the languages of the world, learning to speak,

To pass between rain and dust, between land and sea

'Cause travelling is not just leaving, leaving and returning

But learning other people's languages, learning to love.

The boy has plenty of breath and good muscles

And a smart brain, and fear of few things, and a lot of hair

While going downstairs, he's already out, the night's already over

While going downstairs, he's already out, life already starts.

But one night the boy gets lost, he loses himself

He left his father's and mother's house

He flew away and not even left a goodbye

And if you try to find him, you'll find he's asleep sitting up

Abandoned in a station

With his eyes closed in a train car

Under the stars of the moon

With a makeshift love.

But the boy, even without uniform, is still a soldier

There's a war burning out here and the boy might die burning

Or come back defeated, one evening, and nobody wants him

With not even a pain to share in two

And come back when the night is over and there's no company left

And bark to the morning, and see that the morning

Is slowly going away.

• Artist:Fiorella Mannoia
• Album:Di terra e di vento