Le storie di ieri [English translation]

My father had a common dream

That he shared with his generation

The jaw talked to the courtyard

Too many dead betrayed him

All people who had understood

And the child is playing in the courtyard

Throwing pebbles into the sky and the sea

Every time he hits a star

He closes his eyes and starts dreaming

He closes his eyes and starts flying

And the horses have died of boredom in Salò

When you play with black you always lose

Mussolini even wrote poems

Poets, such strange creatures

Every time they speak it's a sham

But my father is a calm boy

He reads several newspapers in the mornings

He's convinced he has ideals

And his son is a pirate vessel

And his son is a pirate vessel

Even now there is still some black writing

On the wall in front of my house

It says that the movement will prevail

The great leader is looking serene

His tie in tint with his shirt

But the child stopped playing in the courtyard

He's grown tired of following kites

He sat down between close memories and faraway noises

He looks at the wall and he looks at his hands

He looks at the wall and he looks at his hands

He looks at the wall and he looks at his hands

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:Volume VIII (1975)