E un giorno... [English translation]

And one day you wake up astonished and suddenly you realise

That those fantastic days at preschool are over

With games, with friends and if you look around you can't find

The usual things, but a vague and blurred profile.

And one day you walk down the road and all of a sudden you understand

That you're no longer the same that went at school in the morning

That the world out there is waiting for you and you almost surrender

Understanding that heartbeat after heartbeat you're growing up.

And your father seems older and every day he is more distant:

He doesn't tell stories anymore, he doesn't hold your hand.

It seems he doesn't understand your dreams always in between reality and hoping

And suspended between alternate desires to go and to stay.

To go and to stay.

And one day you think back to your house and it's not the same

In which you wasted your time when you were a little girl,

In which every object was a symbol and a promise

Of incredible things and milk and coffee in the kitchen.

And the room with posters on the wall and scratched LPs

Lost among your books and gifts you don't even remember;

It seems like the tale of past moments

Like the piano you played left years ago out of tune.

And your father seems bored and every time he gets more distracted:

He doesn't invent games anymore and he's losing contact with you.

And your mother distant and involved about your dreams she has to do and to say

But perhaps she can't understand which dreams to manage.

Which dreams to manage.

Then one day in a book or in a pub everything will be clear,

You'll understand that other people asked themselves the same questions;

That there is not only a cake but a lot of bitter waiting for you

And it's not without a steep price growing up.

Your LPs, your posters will be forever forgotten

You'll leave smiling your happy myths

Like childhood objects,

distant and dusty;

You'll find new roads, other purposes and you'll have new friends.

You'll feel that your father is the same

You'll see him a bit crazy, a bit wise

In spending always equally fear and courage.

The fear and the courage of living

As a burden everyone has carried

The fear and the courage to say: "I've always tried".

"I've always tried".

• Artist:Francesco Guccini
• Album:Stagioni