Giorni cantati [English translation]

Days sung in that village beyond my heart.

People of yore who aren't here, in the silence.

Maybe I won't understand that sky up there

and I'll keep living this mystery which talks to me.

The sung days pass by means of a magic solo.

Where eyes are not able to see, there's a lot of us.

You feel that you can give all your love to someone,

like a reflection coming back bigger than ever.

The person coming here this night

looks like her so much.

She has such a cute face

because of this solitude.

What is beyond there? (she's coming here this night)

I want to find it too: (it will arise from the heart)

that endless corner

nearby the sea, maybe nearby God.

Sung days giving a hand to the future.

I know that the pain of others concerns me, as well.

I look for something new in an old memory.

I pass the desert and I am revived by another glee feeling.

I wonder if the person who is coming here this night (where is she going to walk?)

will be able to remove (where is she going to stop?)

the dust from my soul,

always left by someone going away.

Days sung together,

days to remember,

days where you feel bad,

but just when you think it's over,

you can hug your life again.

Days sung together,

days to love,

days to gain,

so that the truth won't be

another wonderful lie.

Days sung together, (days sung together)

days to remember, (days to remember)

days where you feel bad,

but just when you think it's over,

you can hug your life again.

• Artist:Riccardo Fogli