Il negozio di antiquariato [English translation]

One can't look for an antique

shop along the avenue.

Every purchase has its right place

and not all streets are a route.

It's weird to find something special

on the windows of a central street.

There's a place for every single thing

but the one for a marvel

is just a bit more hidden.

The treasure is at the end of the rainbow

'cause finding it near you

on your own bed is far less enjoyable.

One can't look for an antique

shop along the avenue.

Every purchase has its right place

and not all streets are a route.

How to search for a shadow in a desert

or to be amazed at how hard it is to meet in open water?

Before leaving one should be sure

of what one wants to look for, of one's true needs.

And so I propose, as not to get confused,

that whoever is under fifty years old

turns their television off now.

But one can't enter a shop

and then complain that everything has a price.

If life is an always-open auction,

even thoughts will be also for sale.

But the longer strolls,

the whitest snowfalls

and the words I write to you,

I don't know where I've bought them.

Surely, I looked for them

with no hurries

because silver, you know, is bought

but gold is awaited.

Gold is awaited.

• Artist:Niccolò Fabi
• Album:La cura del tempo (2003)